"Darling, do you wish to grant another race?" A soft yet firm voice came from Lyra, Hanes's wife, who sat on the throne beside her husband. Her elegant gown, adorned with diamonds, radiated an aura of strength that rivaled her husband's. She gazed at Hanes with an understanding look, despite the fact they had discussed this matter before.
Hanes turned to her, and his stern expression softened immediately. "Yes, my love. I have already discussed this with the ancestors. They, too, agree with my plan," he replied gently, his tone warmer than when he spoke to others.
Lyra nodded, and no further questions escaped her lips. She glanced at the long scroll in her hand, reviewing the list of slave traders' identities along with detailed information about the slaves they offered. The scroll was filled with names, numbers, and races, reducing humans, dragons, and other beings to mere commodities.