The massive warehouse is alight with lanterns and the chatter of noblemen and women of high status. Cages with monsters, big and small, are wheeled throughout the aisles and placed into rows, side-by-side. The people clothed in luxurious fabrics and jewelry saunter lazily through the wide aisles with wine glasses in their hands and faces that look like nothing but customers interested in merchandise. Most of the larger monsters are heavily sedated and chained down to the bars of the cage, while the smaller ones are in crates and simply collared. Still, every single one of them looks absolutely miserable and angered at the mistreatment they've endured for the hundreds of years this business has been running.

Several pairs and individuals of these snobby humans stand outside of your containment with awed expressions and gaped mouths. Some chitter to each other in annoyingly high-pitched voices, and others poke at the bars curiously. Several guards are situated throughout the facility with four at the corners of each cage, including yours. They talk to each other lazily and their heavy-duty weapons slouched against their shoulders.