"How much?" a gruff man says as he inspects a young boy's face. The boy snears and pulls his face away.

"That one? 100 endos" The vendor with a long red suit coat says.

"Yeh serious?! I could scrape more value of the bottom of my boot" The man shouts, pointing his knubbed finger at the vendor "20 is all you'll get outta me ye'ear"

"80, I don't have time to barter, take it or leave it" looking obviously annoyed that he has the audacity to offer such a low price.

The man struts closer to the vendor, who is noticeably much taller than he is "60, er I shoove that value I mentioned earlier up yer ass!"

"Hell, why not" he sighs, "steal from me why don't you... 65." he relents, his wide brimmed hat flapping as he throws his hands into the air.

"Done" the man snears as he picks up the chain around the young boy's neck and throws a bag of small silver shards onto the table on his angry march out the door, new slave in tow.

"That happened all happened so fast." the boy thinks to himself as he grimaces his way out of the ugly tent he's lived in for months.

"What do I call ye'r sarry behind"