Re: Holding Pens: Emrys
So he did have some training. That was good, but Mir could teach him so much more. "I am sure you are. I would love to take you and teach you. It is not everyday that a slave has little to no training. Some people can not see the value in that." The same way no one realized the bargain he got for Jenn. Mir cocked his head a little the voice...Welsh? Yes, he remembered it from his time he spent in England.
"My last pack was like that. More slaves than wolves." So he would be good at home with Jenn. Another thing he didn't have to worry. "I have another slave, bought here, a few hours ago. So there will be two of you in my house."
But the last thing he said, brought a spark to Mir's eyes. A piano player. "I too play the piano. That, the violin, and the cello." he could have someone play the piano and fill his home with music. He had missed his instruments, but never found the time to play anymore now that his shop was open for business.
It was then that a man came up to him telling him that the auction was about to start if he would like to go to the house. Mir nodded, and turned back to the boy. "I will see you inside."