Re: Holding Pens
After he had finished with Liam, Carrick made his way back out of the holding areas intending to view some of the other auctions. He glanced absently into each pen he passed. Nothing special.
At one of he last pens, he caught a familiar scent below the stench of fear and pain that was common to any slave market. Blood. Fresh, young and light... and nearby. He took a deep, slow breath, following the scent. He found what appeared to be an uncommonly lovely girl with pale hair and ruby-glossed lips. No. Not gloss. Blood. The girl was enterprising, if somewhat twisted. He appreciated that.
His curiosity piqued, he spoke to a nearby handler. "Take her to a side room. I'd like to look at her."