Ten sat back in the chair he had taken over, his fingers steepled under his chin. He thought, as he waited, running over everything he knew about Keara in his mind. She wasn't a simple girl to figure out, that much was sure. She didn't act like she was used to slavery, but she also wasn't trying to run from him. He sighed deeply, when he came to the conclusion that only time would tell.
Once the girl was out with her purchases, Ten had everything bagged up and ordered it billed and sent to the house. He motioned for Keara to follow him, as he had before, and crossed through the pedestrian median, walking into Fit To Be Tied.
"We need a good lot of things here," he said just over his shoulder, to where the girl stood. "Using you for spells means that I can't reuse any equipment from one slave to another."