A hundred fifty. He's indenture had been for less than that, had only grown from its original amount. He'd seen the ledger. He'd burnt the ledger. He did not say a breath of that.

Instead, he said nothing at all for a moment. It didn't matter what this man said, there were three results here: he became his debt-slave, he went to jail, or he was shot.

Quietly, he asked, "Can I have these shackles off, at least?"