A Kha’Pantera Slave For Sale!

[Sky 0]

[OOC- You will not have to pay a cent, I roleplay as this character and just need some sort of background to how I get into the buyers company. My timezone is +10, just so you know when I am on and not]

 

A traveling slave trader can be seen exiting the wilds dock, holding but one chain attached to a Kharajyr. He was an average sized black Pantera, wearing a solid iron collar around his neck. Everyone who sees the trader could also hear the mans horse throat screaming out 

 

"Beast fu sal. Two hundrid minas" 

 

The Kharajyr was ever so silent, considering the position he was in, simply just followed the man who had him chained up. Every now and then, he would raise his head up and gaze into the distance or at the passerby but quickly drop his gaze as if he was scared of punishment for a simple glance pass. 

[Filthy Peasant 12]

*A tall, masked man in black, hooded robes can be seen, sitting on a barrel. The man looks up, seeing the slave trader. He frowns slightly under his mask, a look of pity in his bright red eyes, he then calls out to the slave trader*

"Oi, ye! 'Ow does ah bit 'f iron, fifteen minas, sum gold, an' per'aps ah few ot'er valuables sound tu ye?"

[Sky 0]

The trader frowns, a look of distaste on his face from the offer. He looks the man up and down, then looks at his slave thinking curiously. 

 

"Beast be gud, guld n' irun do nuffin fur me. Minas ur nuffin."

[ĔṀĔŔĨĨČĶ 519]

Zarek'Vanjir watches from afar, seeing his Kharajyr brother chained and being sold. He snarls, he will be sure to keep an eye on this one.

[Filthy Peasant 12]

*The hooded man frowns slightly under his mask, he quickly gives a response*

"Aye, aye. Ah imagine 'e is quite guud, lad. Ye know wot's worth more t'en minas? Valuables, lad. Whu can say fer sure wot ye git frum sellin' 'em? Ah'm sure there's sum poor sod luukin' fer iron roight nuw! It beh rare t'ese days, aftur all. An' gold be e'en more rare. Think 'f 'ow much more ye'll git wif items, rat'er den twu 'undred minas."

[Cappy 1599]

Glaewen, clad in a cloak and disguise, takes an interest in the auction. She approaches the Kha to inspect him to ensure its' condition.

"What have we here, hmm?" she murmurs as a cruel smile twists onto her face. After inspecting him to her satisfaction and some consideration, she takes a step back.

"I will offer the sum of three hundred minas to take this beast right away." she offers the seller.

[Filthy Peasant 12]

*The hooded man glares at the newcomer, a low growl resonating from him, he turns tears his gaze from the woman and back to the slave trader*

"Dree 'undress is ah sodding joke compared tu wot one can gain frum sellin' items, lad. Ah bargain, aftur all, can 'ave thousands 'f outcomes. Ah 'ave confidence t'at ah can offer ah noice amount 'f things... Per'aps e'en sum foine property..."

[Sky 0]

The trader couldn't help but enjoy the fuss being done over his slave, but his attention was stolen from the mention of three hundred minas.

 

"Tha beast, yurs"

 

The trader looks at the other buyer with a mischievous smile. 

 

"Dat is iffin yu dun wan pay mur" 

[Cappy 1599]

"Excellent" Glaewen responds, ignoring the other buyer entirely. She makes ready to purchase the slave.

((I'm online right now, if you want to complete the purchase))

[Filthy Peasant 12]

*The hooded man chuckles, slightly muffled by his iron mask*

"Yer no' easy t'e fool, lad. Ah'll give ye tha' much. 'Ow does 400 minas sound, if ye be willin' t'e wait an Elven day er suh t'e git it, t'at is, per'aps ah'll git t'e minas suuner t'en t'at, unsure."

*He glances over at the other buyer, grinning under his mask, his red eyes showing brightly*

[Sky 0]

The trader ponders at both the buyers for a while and then smiles widely.

 

"Showin me da minas now, or nuffinfur yu"

[Filthy Peasant 12]

*Sighs lightly, folding his hands behind his back*

"Stubborn, foolish, e'en. Thing is, lad, ah dun't 'ave th' minas wif me, bu' ah'm offerin' more t'en oor friend 'ere. An' ah'd be more t'en 'appy t'e give ah bonus, fer ah bargain well-struck. Yer choice, my advoice, choose t'e more profitable outcome, et takes time, sure, bu' tha's 'ow ye end up swimmin' in wealth, haste'll put ye in ah bluudeh sewer."

[Sky 0]

The trader eyes him up and down thinking, pondering even.

 

"How lon, willin I wait?"

[Filthy Peasant 12]

*The tall hooded man smiles pleasantly under his mask, quickly giving his response*

"Nae aneh longer t'en an Elven day, ah fink, suh long as ye be readeh fer th' exchange, when th' toime comes. An', try t'e remember me wurds, ah tried haste, ah nearleh ended up dead frum starvation, ah tuuk it slow aftur ah few years, an' nuw ah live as ah want t'e."

[Cappy 1599]

"Be wary." Glaewen cautions the seller, finally taking note of the other buyer as he attempts to steal her prize. "What use is a thousand minas tomorrow if you need a hundred today? You can be three hundred mina richer right now, or take a chance at four hundred mina in a fornight. The future is a fickle thing and nothing is set in stone, and for a mere hundred minas, not worth the risk."