As a Barbarian Watersoul Genasi, working at a port town is no great surprise. The fact that I am working as a slave in one of the worst docks in the world might be. Genasi have the very forces of nature at their disposal. It is rare to see one enslaved.
Nobody knows how I came to be in this position, not even my master. That is my secret. That is my burden.
My master is a kindly old man, almost fatherly and the chains of his enslavement are easy to bear.
I don’t talk much but I am a strong worker and I provide my master with an element of protection he has long been missing in the cut throat area we call the Low Docks.