Quintus watched as the strange man grabbed a hold of the young slave girl. Quintus felt himself instinctual reaching for his sword, but then chided himself for not having one. Still, he wanted to help her try and get out, though he wasn't sure why. Before he could do anything rash (and get in even more trouble with his father), the slave master got the situation back under control. He promised that she would be taken care of and be delivered that night. "Good." Quintus said, trying to sound more authoritative than he felt. "We will have your money ready when you arrive. I suggest bringing an escort. That's a lot of money to be carrying around at night." They both shook on it and the slave girl was lead away. With that, the young Roman and the elder slave left the markets to return to the villa.