Caleb

I make a stop at the common bathroom before heading to the dining hall. The tables are almost entirely occupied by those who have been training during the day. While most of those who live in the Lastdenn are males, there are a few females as well. They sit together around two tables, eating and chatting. Between the two tables is a male on his knees, dressed in rags, his head low, his gaze fixed on the stone floor. He is so thin, I can see his bones. The ash wood collar around his neck not only tells me he is a slave but a vampire as well.

I hate people who have slaves. Are there more, or is he the only one? Tomorrow, I will ask Anan about the slave.

I grab my food—which looks like something one would feed the pigs—and search for an empty place to sit so I can eat. One of the males stands, and I take his place. Those around the table ask for my name and then introduce themselves. I barely register what they are saying as the females are laughing very loudly, making my head pound. Aft