"Glaem, you have been in the Tatum Tribe for some time now, how have we treated you?"
Chief Stark's cordial inquiry startled Glaem. Answering this question truthfully would be a sure way to seal his fate.
The slave leader is still a slave; apart from ordering others around, his treatment is only slightly better than that of an ordinary Pigg.
As for status, there's even less to say. A slave has no status to speak of, any Minotaur within the tribe can beat and kick him at will.
If it weren't for the inheritance he received that improved his resilience to beatings, whether he could have survived until now would be a question mark.
"Chieftain, the tribe has shown me kindness as vast as the Mountains of Ula! Without the tribe's refuge, Glaem doesn't even know where he would have died.
After coming to the tribe, I was even promoted to manager, a life Glaem never dared to dream of before!"
Glaem knelt on the ground, tearfully grateful.
