Dante looked up as the girl came back. She had the physician with her. A woman. She walked over and gave a small nod. "Tal. I understood you would be in need of some care." She stated and looked at his eye. She narrowed her eyes a bit and walked over now. She moved over and sat down beside him. "Let me take a look." She stated quickly and moved her hand under his chin to tilt his head a bit back. "How did it happen?" She asked him as she tilted his head from one side to the other. The girl moved down next to them and looked as well.
"I was attacked..." Dante replied and winced a bit as she moved her hand a bit by the edges. "That's already starting to infect..." She sighed and nodded. "Did you get injured anywhere else?" She asked him now and looked him over. Dante shook his head and moved his leg a bit up. "Just the eye." The woman looked him up and down. "Yeah sure... shirt off." She stated and crossed her arms. Dante now stared at her. "Come on, off." She stated. Dante now looked at her and at the girls there. Then up as the Master Slaver walked back in. He looked down. "I'd prefer in the clinic..." He remarked. The woman sighed and shook her head. "No time, come on." She looked over to one of the girls. "Get me the salve from the green jar, and ask Elare to join me." She stated. The girl nodded and once more dashed off.
Lothar looked up and at the male. He then shook his head and sat back down. Dante now sighed and moved his hand down to the band of his shirt. He moved it up a bit and then more, over his shoulders and head. He could hear the girl near Lothar gasp. The woman now moved a bit back and looked at him, and then at Lothar who slowly rose to his feet. Dante looked down still seeing the kef brand on his chest, a mark he was once a slave himself. He looked back at the people there. His eyes looking by each of them. Lothar came closer now and moved his hand to the sword at his belt. "A thrall..." He snarled. "Well..." He looked at the Woman. "Please leave us." He stated and drew his sword.
Dante looked down, he didn't carry any weapons. He just moved his hands a bit as the sword was pointed at him. "I knew there was something wrong." Lothar now moved the tip of his sword a bit over the brand. "Where did you run from?" He asked Dante. Dante shook his head. "I didn't run. I was released." He moved his hands to his belt and looked down. He had lost the papers in the attack. He looked back up. "I had the papers, but in the attack...." His words were cut short as the sword pushed under his chin. "You know the penalty for lying boy?" Lothar hissed. Dante moved his hands a bit, his mouth closing. "I suggest you submit boy." Lothar tensed his grip on the sword.
Dante now weighed his options, looking down at the sword a bit and to the side. He wouldn't make it if he ran, and he was kind of attached to his life. He sighed and moved his hands up a bit now. He noticed the sword moving a bit back, he sighed and sank to his knees. His head down he drew in another breath. His hands moved up and crossed at the wrists. He sighed. A chuckle above him, he heard Lothar move and then sudden pull on his scalp. Lothar gripped the boys hair and jerked it back, his hand moved to his belt to produce a collar, the front around his throat he moved his head down and locked it in the back. He then gave him a small push. "Stand up." He snarled.
Dante got up and walked along, before he fully could he felt something click to his collar. He looked down a bit and then saw the leash run to the hand of the slaver. He staggered along now as he was pulled. His head turned a bit as he was led by many buildings, he tried to keep a map in his mind where they went. He then staggered once more as the leash was yanked pulling him inside a building. He felt a shudder. "Welcome home boy." Lothar spoke up and looked back at him. He then tossed a rag at him. "Put that on." He stated and sat down on one of the pillows. Dante looked around, he knew the kennels when he saw one...
He removed his pants and boots, and then put on the rags falling over his torso and down his waist a bit. He grumbled a bit and then looked back. Lothar moved up. "Better." He stated and turned him around shoving him outside. "Let's go." He stated and pulled him along towards the woodsman cabin.