Slave, Highest Bidder

[no longer active 734]

6,00 Minas! *A dwarf calls out from a nearby tree*

[Braxis 813]

((Bid ended today I think since its the seventh But If it did not Then,))

the claocked made shouts* "I throw in another set of Gold and 3,000 minas still! A grand total of 9,000 minas' at the minium and over 12,000 minas' if you sell the sets to the right lad!"

[no longer active 734]

*Speaks up again*

12,500 Minas!

[Braxis 813]

*Speaks up again*

12,500 Minas!

*Smirks and shouts still cloakced*

"THe Two sets of Gold armor worth over 7,000 minas! and 5,000 Minas from my own vaults!"

[no longer active 734]

*Starts to get angry as his bid increases*

1 full suit of DIAMOND armor and 1000 minas!

[Braxis 813]

*Starts to get angry as his bid increases*

1 full suit of DIAMOND armor and 1000 minas!

*Chuckles and shout* "Two sets of Gold armor, each being worth much and a Set of Daimond! Making it over 16,000 minas!"

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

Bael listens intently to dwarf and the man arguing over the slave.

Sixteen t'ousand mina fer wun slave. Ef I diddun' know bett'r I'd be inclin'd tu call yer bot' insane.

[Bogrin 120]

Enough of this pointless banter! The man valued at 16,000 wins!

((sorry for delay, broke ankle))

[Sand Viper 10]

"How do we know anything you say is true, eh?" a voice called out. "You could just as well have a boy who's forced you to sleep with a rapier at your side, and can't work for jack!" The voice belonged to a man with light brown hair, green robes, and a simple scarf tied around his nose and mouth to conceal his identity. "Now, I happen to be able to match the man's sixteen thousand, and possibly exceed it, but I'll need proof your product's as sound as you claim."

[kido122 23]

"How do we know anything you say is true, eh?" a voice called out. "You could just as well have a boy who's forced you to sleep with a rapier at your side, and can't work for jack!" The voice belonged to a man with light brown hair, green robes, and a simple scarf tied around his nose and mouth to conceal his identity. "Now, I happen to be able to match the man's sixteen thousand, and possibly exceed it, but I'll need proof your product's as sound as you claim."

*Looks at man as he begins to walk away, and says"

"Sir, I believe ye are too late, I think the slave was sold"

[Bogrin 120]

The lass is sold, The deal is done, Good Day