"Don't be mean, it's been a while since they tossed us someone." A small hand appeared in the coroner where the girl next to her waved. A relatively small boy was backed up in the corner of the next cell, there weren't many, maybe six to eight in this small area.
"Not that strange though, normally the high-end stuff gets set aside, keep it comfortable so to speak."
"I'm just happy to have someone else to talk to, poopy head over there always interrupts." It seemed like everyone knew each other, and this was a blessing for the noble to find out her situation.
"If you fight or resist a lot they leave you down here to soften you before they put you up to be sold."
"Or if your crabby and no one buys two months in a row." The girl snorted before a horse voice further down shouted.
"Nap time, we sleep!" His voice was deepest, and it seemed to quite the two down quickly.
