"I'm surprised there isn't," the young king reflected. "I always thought black markets were the first thing established in situations like these." That had certainly been what happened in Gohtza.

"But yes, that was what I was afraid of. It's not valuable here." Not that he would ever find him in a position to have to sell his body back in Uhra, but if he had...good god, he could only imagine the demand and price. It was an odd thing to think about. He wasn't anything special on the physical front - in his opinion - and he had no skills, but he was the golden boy-king of Uhra. That alone was enough to make him worth something.

"I really don't know how I'm going to manage this."