Tirarian let the bidding go up a little, not wanting to bloom early. She told herself she was definitely not spending more than 80gp for a helping hand.
The bustle didn't spark up much for this one. Although well toned, a beaten slave was like a lame donkey to most people. The Gnome figured they probably had their eye on the buxom elf maiden down the line, indeed some were even calling for this 'slab of spoiled meat' off the pedestal. "7 gold pieces." cried out a particularly well spoken accent, though from her low perspective she had no chance of seeing who it was. While a couple of prices flew by she scrambled up a couple of nearby barrels
"10!" she got her hands round the lip of the container,
"20!" she slowly got her heavy boots on top of the thing
"25!" balancing herself she let out her own cry, making sure to be spotted
"30!" Her voice rang over the crowd, noting the noble accented individual in the midst of the crowd. He was quite something to look at, his styled hair and suave look making it past his displeasure, to which she could only attribute towards the unsavoury crowd that always boiled forth onto the streets at this time
Everybody brings coin to a slave market, and she could guarantee he wouldn't make it out of tonight without missing a couple of good pieces. He may be clutching a rapier and a young girl, but there was always some fool who wanted to try their hand. She could practically see a mugging off on the other side of the square. That wasn't her fight though, as more voices brought her attention back to the slave. Bidding already slowed, it was likely it would be her and this noble soon...