Re: Holding Pens - Keara
Ten had barely stepped foot into Crescent Hills, and he had no idea what he was doing at the auctions already. He had purchased a house, but it was still nothing but full boxes in empty rooms, certainly not set up for him, never mind a slave. Then again, he really did hate unpacking, and he would need to replenish his magic soon. A slave would be easier than trying to find some willing, or even unwilling, person for that. He walked down the line of holding pens, finding very little to interest him. He could almost feel the lack of energy, surrounding the slaves bodies. They had no spirit, nothing he could draw on.
Until...
"What's the story with the wee thing, in the corner?" he called out to the handler, standing a good few meters away.
"Crazy bitch, that's what," came the venomous reply. "Not worth stopping to look at."