Now Lucien was at a loss. He had never bought a slave before. What was he meant to do?
Undeterred, he shook hands with the seller and handed him the gold. It was a fortune, more than most Estermere residents handled in their life. And he spent it on a man.
"How is he went to walk with these shackles on his feet?" The noble asked the auctioneers "Take them off of him."
When they tried to protest that he would run away, he simply snapped "He is a slave, not a fool! He would not try to run away in a crowded market where everyone can see him."
Looking to the thrall, Lucien smiled warmly "Forgive me. I'm new to this. My name is Lucien. I guess I'm your new master" He blanched, shaking his head uncertainly "No, that word doesn't sound right at all. Your employer, maybe? Yes, that sounds better."
The Vurkolak stuck his hand out, meaning for Rhone to shake it "And what should I call you?"
"Oh, good. Father'll be pleased" Rosa smiled, looking to the stage. "Looks like he's just finishing up."
The ginger girl looked at the stage, wondering who was the next one to be sold. It seemed to be a woman of sorts, but... Odd. From this angle, it looked like she had wings.
"Are you planning on buying anyone else?" Like her adoptive parent, Rosa grimaced at the idea of buying a person. "That next one looks interesting."