I watched the Archmagister's face change quickly into neutrality after hearing the greeting, he responded, "Telvaani thanks Tel'ronis for his assistance in this matter, and wonders
where the person sent to retrieve the property has gone? What happened to my nephew, and where did you find this thing?" Tel'ronis responds, "We found this slave in the courtyard next to the
sewer, he was unconscious, and we saw no sign of any Telvaani around after checking his collar, so I volunteered to bring the little beast to you Archmagister, and now I must get back to work,
so if you don't mind I'll take my leave." The Archmagister says, "When my men arrive please show them around the courtyard." Tel'ronis affirms that he will and steps onto the platform once
more, leaving with a flash of light. I finally get a good look at him as he leaves the room, he wears yellow robes with red streaks near the center of the chest, and pauldrons of cloth
modeled after the bonemold design, and no hood. I take this opportunity to check my status.

Name: Ash-Gray-Scales
Race: Adaptive Dragonian
Health: Healthy
Str:1
Con:5
Pwr:2
Wis:10
Agi:3
Skills:
(Very Minor Slave Magic Resistance)
Grants a slight resistance to charm, domination, and mind magic
(Very Minor Armored Scales)
Adds a certain amount of durability to skin and scales
(Adaptation)
spreads improvements gained through racial trait [Adaptation] to your whole body
Traits:
[Adaptation]
Allows character to increase attributes and resistances by experiencing either damage or significant effort such as training or getting hit with a fireball, may improve
[weakness to frost 35%]
Not used to the cold even psychologically and Reptillian? heritage combined to increase this from 25% to 35%
[Young'un]
you are very young... so you are a short, slow, and weak kid.

'No improvements yet, that will change soon probably,' I can't quite reach the ropes I'm bound in so I'm stuck here unless I can lean on something to stand up, I begin trying to rub
my tail on the rope tying my legs and tail together while trying to move my upper body to the wall to increase the resistance between the rope and my arms. Then the Archmagister returns
with a guard and sees me attempting to escape my ropes, so he turns to the guard and says, "since the slave is so eager to go, take him to the mines by the shore, don't unbind him and tell
the mine boss that if he doesn't get any ore to give him five lashes, and no food, if after a weeklong grace period he fails to reach the daily quota, he is to either receive 10 lashes or
no food, the following week he will either be dead or a productive worker." I responded by glaring into his eyes and showing my teeth in what some would call a smile, but him, and apparently
the guard took as the threat it was, and before I could say anything I felt a force on my left side that propelled me into the wall with enough force to break skin. Then the guard kicked me
again but in the face, and said, "slaves should know better than to act like people, they are things and must respect that position." He then proceeded to grab me by my tail near my ankles
and drag me towards the door, I glared at the vaunted Archmagister and was slammed into the doorway headfirst for my insolence.

I woke up later, not sure how much, my tail was sore, my chest and back felt raw, and I was laying in a dark cave. As I woke up fully I smelled rot, shit, and hay. I looked around,
more awake now and saw that there was a torch, some hay piles and fur atop them, but no one else there. There was a flashing notification in the bottom right corner of my vision, since
there was no one else here and I couldn't see very well anyway I checked my status.

Due to receiving a beatdown and the subsequent 2 mile drag for stupid choices you receive:
Con +3
Str +3
Skill (Very Minor Armored Scales) has grown to (Minor Armored Scales)
Due to constant exposure and active resistance your skill (Very Minor Slave Magic Resistance) has grown to (Lesser Slave Magic Resistance)
Due to draining effect of {Slave Collar} you receive:
Pwr +2

Name: Ash-Gray-Scales
Race: Adaptive Dragonian
Health: Minor Injury (bruised tail)
Str:4
Con:8
Pwr:4
Wis:10
Agi:3
Skills:
New!(Lesser Slave Magic Resistance)
Grants a noticeable resistance to charm, domination, and mind magic
New!(Minor Armored Scales)
Adds a certain amount of durability to skin and scales
(Adaptation)
spreads improvements gained through racial trait [Adaptation]
Traits:
[Adaptation]
Allows character to increase attributes and resistances by experiencing either damage or significant effort such as training or getting hit with a fireball, may improve
[weakness to frost 35%]
Not used to the cold even psychologically and Reptillian? heritage combined to increase this from 25% to 35%
[Young'un]
you are very young... so you are a slow, and weak kid.

After reviewing my status, I felt the scales on my chest and back regrow as the ones all over my body were reinforced, my arms and tail became more defined, unfortunately the ropes
didn't snap, and the collar wasn't really being overpowered by my power stat, or my wisdom either. So I looked ove my body, and I look to have grown, more up than out, the collar no longer
having 3 inches of separation from my neck, now almost right against it, with Maybe a quarter inch between the collar and my neck. I was previously about two and a half feet tall, and now
I am 3ft 4 so the rope is very tight, my tail isn't loose, but the rope isn't around my knees and ankles anymore, my upper body is still bound at the elbows and wrists, since I am in a
cave now I can use the rougher surface to my advantage. I proceed to look around and notice that the torch is low to the ground, but not low enough to use, and the next sharpest rocks are
probably the ones in my chest right now so I roll over and scoot till the rope on my calves and tail are near where my chest was to find my suspicion proven correct. The rock my chest was
on looks almost like a knife with no handle, someone must be helping me. I flop around until I can get the rope lined up with the rock which unfortunately means either my tail or leg will
be near the cutting edge as well, I make the choice to put my tail near the cutting edge because I have more leverage kneeling than laying on my side, and after 20-30 minutes of rubbing
rope against the surprisingly stable rock my legs up to my hips are free, so I do them next, get my tail free and stick it in the rope on my wrist, and inchworm with my wrist protected by
my tail until it finally is free. It cost some blood and time, but my hands are finally free, so my elbows are next, thank god for (Minor Armored Scales) otherwise I'd get one of those
rugburn rashes, but, you know, with rocks. As I finally get through the last rope I slip and get stabbed by the rock somebody helpfully left me, which finally shifts to the side, showing
a key of some sort hidden under it, I look at it briefly, then put the rock back over it as best I can, I'm not the only one here if there's a "quota" so I think another slave would be the
one who put in the work for the key. I hide the ropes remains in the hay/fur pile nearest where I woke up and proceed to the area not illuminated by the torch and find a cave with water
puddles, a small depression full of water, and two argonians, three Khajiit, and a couple of guards in front of an opening through which I see sunlight.