[i]She was pretty[/i] thought Quintus. The young Roman also noted that she seemed very, very angry. Quintus' wasn't sure what language she was speaking, but he got the basic gist of it. The slave trader who had her on stage was hawking his wares. "Here's a good one! Very strong and healthy! Can do many things!" the man had an accent that Quintus couldn't place, but he marched up to the stage and tried to get the sellers attention, Brennus in tow. "How much?" asked Quintus. The slave trader replied "3000 denarii! It's a good price for one so pretty." 

"Huh..." was what Quintus responded with, but what he thought was [i]Jupiter's balls! That's insane![/i] He looked to Brennus and the old man was shaking his head. "It's not like your father can't pay, but is this really a good idea? She seems kind of wild." Brennus warned Quintus, but Quintus felt like he didn't have a choice. Something compelled him to purchase her, if only to get her out of that cage.

"3000? Deal." he said. [i]Well theres no going back now. Father's sick, but he's still probably strong enough to strangle me to death...[/i]