The little silver-haired noble was grasping the back of Vol's shirt with the meekest touch as she trailed behind him. He noticed it, but ignored it. In truth, that grasp might have been for the better, lest someone try to make off with her in the crowd.
"Harland," Vol said, finding that he didn't know where he should go, now that he'd made it into the centre of the slaver's pit. "Where to now?"
"Good question, Commander…" Harland said, looking all over. "It seems unlikely that there would be any willing to buy all our stock all at once… I'm thinking that we'll likely have to go from slaver to slaver and sell them off bit by bit."
"Do you not the kinds of prices slaves of this sort go for?" Vol asked.
"I have vague ideas," Harland said, "but as with everything, the price changes depending on the town. It would be better if we had more information to go on. It might be that we could squeeze harder here than elsewhere."
