Re: Holding Pens - Mikan
Perhaps her memory had been wiped. Compelled, or magicked away. That was...suspicious.
A nervous-looking man approached Stefan, holding a tablet. "Mr. S-salvatore?" he stammered.
Stefan turned his attention towards the man with a raised eyebrow. "Yes?"
"...w-we don't know where she came from," the man admitted. "We have the shipping record, but there's no record of her being ordered or purchased. She just...arrived."
Now that was highly suspicious. Someone wanted those slaves disappeared, cared enough to wipe their memories and ship them different parts of the country, but didn't want to kill them.
"You're not going to be able to sell her to any reputable Master without her records," Stefan mused. No sane Master would take a chance on an unknown girl, unless the girl didn't matter.
His gaze slid back towards the cage as he considered the girl. Didn't everyone deserve a second chance?
"Half the usual purchase price," he offered. "Have her sent to the Colony this afternoon--and don't worry about cleaning her up."
The man--it said something that Stefan had worked with this auction house for years and he still didn't recognize the staff--bobbed his head nervously and then scurried away.