Holding Pens: Maya-Stefan-Mikan
Stefan had come into town with Mikan to have her assessed for new medication. After having gone missing during the blizzard and showing up a week later, he wasn't about to let her go anywhere by herself for awhile. She wasn't leashed, because Stefan didn't particularly enjoy carrying leashes around, but she had been instructed to stay close to him.
He had some business to attend to at the auction house--requesting paperwork, and provenances for existing slaves. The auction house was old fashioned in their paperwork, likely deliberately so, with most transactions taking place so they were nearly untraceable. Which was sometimes to their benefit, but sometimes--as when Stefan was analyzing their profit margin and needed to know how many slaves the Salvatores had purchased--it could be a process.
"Are you alright back here, Mikan?" Stefan asked. He didn't want her in the office with him, and so leaving her outside the offices seemed like the best option. "You can wander if you want, but don't go far. Okay?"