Desolyn stood next to the other chosen slaves, squirming with excitement. She had to bite her lip to prevent a smile from forming.
She glanced at the other slaves. All females, of course. The Easterlings liked to pick females for the Hunt, for they were considered less useful in slave labor and were thought to be much easier to catch. But Desolyn was surprised that no male had been chosen yet...
The girl could see the expressions on the chosen slaves' faces. Many of them looked terrified, uncertain of what their future held. A few of them put on brave faces, trying to remain optimistic. Fionel, the girl Desolyn had spoken to, had a broad smile spread upon face, looking just as excited as Desolyn was. Des was glad to see she was not the only one happy to be picked.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Lord Ekatran cleared his throat and called out the last quarry:
"Number 13795, Section 2, Manituros."
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Nolite te bastardes carborundorum
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