Nuvaro: (Raising his head, he sniffed the air strongly as he turned and looked to his men.) "She is near, I can sense it. Everyone be on the lookout for any cage style carts, grated or solid that match the one we are on. You all know her scent is the same as mine, so keep your senses sharp."
Soldiers: "Yes Sir! We will also make sure to look in the area of the auction house."
Nuvaro: "Very well, at least four of you head off toward the auction house and inform me if you spot anything. Or if you happen to run into anyone here that is affiliated with our tribe. Anyone who recognizes my father's friend, have him follow at once if you see him first."
Soldiers: "Yes Sir! We will do so."
They divided up whoever was going to split off and began to search once again. As the other troops headed off toward the auction house, Nuvaro and his entourage decided to park the wagon just outside the area he sensed his mate in. Wanting to make sure everyone believed them to be rich, was a huge part of the plan. The wagon was already partially hidden with the village's colors. They then began to leisurely walk the outskirts carefully. Trying their best to look inconspicuous. They had already sent a carrier bird with a message to his father's contact in the city to meet them toward the center of town near the old fountain. Which thankfully was just around a few hundred meters from the main auction house. If all went well, a coordinated effort to trap the slavers would result in success. Several hours passed, daybreak had come, there were several people already walking around. Looking at things here and there, as the marketplace lit up with life. Nuvaro had finally come across the area that had his beloved in it. Cedren leaned up with a spark in her eyes, she covered herself once again and projected herself to him one more time, he jolted mildly as he received her, she then guided him to where she was.
He walked in an entranced state as he was led along. She stopped him just outside the cage and broke the link. He raised his head a sniffed the air, confirming her presence inside the cage. Rage tried to creep up, but he knew he had to suppress it for the time
being. For now, he had to do his best to look like a legitimate buyer. He turned to his men, his eyes giving away the confirmation and the order to keep calm for now. They noted the area carefully as Nuvaro peered in through the small window slot. Cedren smiled and nodded to him as she understood what he was most likely going to do. Everything would depend on a decent plan. At this point, there was far too many people to try and take on to retrieve his mate without a solid plan of attack. It was now around an hour after daybreak.
The slavers were now waking up, with any luck, they could barter with them directly without having to hit up the auction house. Thankfully, the dressing down and looking like some high rollers seemed to be working in their favor to a high degree. Everyone that seen his party assumed they were filthy rich. Which was good, it would help complete the illusion they were trying to create. Kale the Slaver happened to notice them and walked over with a smile on his face. Nuvaro leaned over to one of his officers and whispered for him to go find the ally at the fountain and bring him immediately. He nodded in acknowledgement and was off in a hurry. Kale the Slaver looked at the one-party member leaving suddenly with minor interest, but Nuvaro' s outfit stood out more; making him direct all his attention upon him instead.
Kale the Slaver: "I see you are interested in our products today. I was just about to head into the auction house and get them set up for sale. However, I will entertain you for now and talk shop."
Nuvaro: (While doing his best to keep himself calmed down...while knowing his wife was in the cage before him.) "Aww yes, I just happened to come into the city today. We are looking for some good personal breeders. These appear to be of good stock from what I could see in the little window."
Kale the Slaver: "Yes, yes, we just picked these two up the other day. Most of our stock is already in the market, we had yet to place these two. Would you like to see them all? I can arrange it so."
Nuvaro: "No, no, that won't be necessary. These ones look fine enough for what we are needing them for. So how much are you asking anyway?"
Kale the Slaver seemed puzzled for a moment because he had not been the one to finalize most prices. But with his boss not being there yet, he would have to step up and fill his shoes and say something instead of staring blankly at the men. Hell, how would he do for himself when the time came if he cannot do it on a temp basis. With a hard resolve, he raised his head back up with a merchant smile to answer his questions.
Kale the Slaver: We are asking two thousand a piece or thirty-five hundred for the pair. Your choice, or they head to the auction house with the others. My boss is late, so I got to do what I can to fill in."
Nuvaro: (Rage silently built as he tried his best to suppress it, but the thought of buying his wife back…made him feel sick to his stomach. And he knew he could tolerate a lot.) "Hmm, that seems high, but from what I could see, they seem to be of fine stock. I sent off one of my associates to bring an acquaintance here to help me appraise, you don't mind, do you?"
Kale the Slaver: "No, I suppose not. A sale is a sale after all. If that is what you feel you need to do to make sure of your choice. It is fine with me. Don't want anyone thinking I carry bad stock."
Nuvaro: "Good. He is a close family friend, one of the high socialites here."
Kale the Slaver's eyes became wide at his statement, as he finally noticed his eye color for the first time. A slight shiver went down his spine as he just realized his disrespect to someone of a higher status. After about ten minutes, his subordinate returned with his father's friend. When the slaver seen who it was, he went straight away into ass-kissing mode. Nuvaro walked up to the cage as though he were appraising, making sure to keep the act up and looked at Cedren. Turning his head to his father's friend, he asked a simple question.