Re: Holding Pens - Mikan
Stefan needed a project. That was what had brought him to the auction house today, and wandering through the holding pens. He usually avoided the weeping ones, but, to be frank, seeing people of Asian ethnicity in Crescent Hills was still rare enough to be intriguing.
He stopped at the cage, and stepped closer, looking for her information, but it didn't seem to be there.
"Excuse me--" he stepped into the path of an attendant who was walking by, who looked startled, but obviously knew who he was.
"...can I help you, Mr. Salvatore?" the man said, nervously.
Stefan nodded and gestured towards the cage. "This girl--where's her information?"
The attendant frowned and glanced at where the information should be. "I don't...this isn't really my area?" he said, awkwardly. "But I'll try to find someone to answer your question?" he added, and scurried away.
Well, Damon would be pleased to know the Salvatore name was still intimidating, even when he wasn't there.
He turned back towards the girl and wondered if she would stop crying long enough to answer his questions.
"What's your name?" he asked, first. He kept his tone commanding, as befitted a Master, but his expression was open, curious.