"W-What's this for?"
The slave—who seemed to be the father—asked.
"Use it to protect yourself. Killing your slaver won't save your life; more will come looking for their missing goods."
I looked around, making sure that what I warned them about hadn't already arrived. I couldn't be too careful, just in case the slave trader I killed had tracking magic on him.
"Those swords are meant to protect you. Well... I don't really care; you do what you want with them." I smile. "Maybe free others? Who knows. Just repay me one day, kay?"
"We will!"
The father clutched the sword like a lifeline. Along with the others, he clearly knew how much power that thing held.
"I look forward to it."
I walked off. If they do get killed and my swords end up in less-than-savory hands, I'll just dispel them before any real harm can be done.
It's almost impossible for me not to know if those swords fall into the wrong hands; the magic I placed on them will warn me if they do.
[Profaned Manipulation]
