First Meeting Chapter 1 part 2

The first time I had ever laid eyes on the man was in the Hall of Judgment in the Mezem, where the judges speculate whether the slaves brought in would make good gladiators and whether they should be acquired. I watched from the gallery door while the testers and the slaver tried to make the man chained to the post do something other than throw the sword on the floor, saying, in Enchian, “I won’t fight for a crowd.”

The slaver got more and more angry and upset watching his investment