Re: Holding Pens
Zoro had just finished yelling across the pens of the auction house at Sanji and the boy he was apparently buying now, against all common sense - I HAVEN'T SIGNED ANYTHING YET, YOU LITTLE SHITS! - which had earned him more than a few stares and whispers. Not that he cared much what most of these people thought of him. But scary shouting in response to a conversation most of the humans around Zoro wouldn't have had the keen senses to hear or not, Zoro had to go find another official to talk to before he could finish the process of buying Noctis Fury. Typical.
There was still time, the one-eyed Alpha thought to himself wryly, if not seriously, to pick out a slave that would be less of a headache. His search for the official led him past another pen where it sounded like the Slaves were restless, and he stopped for a moment, looking in on a scruffy, banged-up, well-built boy in a pair of crude leather pants.