Holding Pens: Emrys
Hearing the command, Emrys immediately stood without a word, folding his hands behind his back as to not block any part of his body the man may want to see. His head stayed bowed, eyes focused on the ground as he waited for his next command. He was slightly dirty from his time in the stall, something the boy was not happy about. He was one who always wanted to look his best for his master. He had to admit he was curious about what this potential master looked like, but he knew better than to look up without being instructed.
A small bit of hope formed in the boys chest at the prospect if this man being interested. A few had looked him over and were ready to select him until they saw how little training as a personal slave he had. It was then they had said they weren't looking for a house slave and move on. He felt ashamed that he wasn't good enough. But just maybe this voice would be willing to look over this fact and take him away from this disgusting place.