12.17.1 Ioje

High walls and razor-sharp fences surround the Ioje Compound, situated beneath
the blistering sun of Frysta on an arid, dusty world. Rajamala slavers call the
compound home, plying their foul trade under direction of the Procurer. Escape
is rare and risky, yet even as the ruthless rajamala venture into the World Tree
in search of fresh, pliable assets, the compound faces resistance, the names
"Eoleli" and "Quaskan" uttered with disgust and revulsion through the highest
echelons of Ioje command.