James stared blankly ahead as he remembered how he made mysterious blood candy, his eyes narrowing.
"...I have my ways." he responded, handing the girl a piece.

James looked back at the auction, where wealthy aristocrats bid for people. He pulled Anya closer, feeling his stomach churn.
[i]Thank goodness it's outlawed in my homeland[/i] he thought to himself. Moreover, he eyed the general populace. A lot of the people seemed rather unsavory. If he could make a guess, there was a distinct class divide created by the influence of the aristocracy. Aristocrats meant poverty, and that meant brigands. James made a mental note to go fishing later.

"Oh, hey!" he said aloud. "Anya, it's been a while since we've had some fun together. I doubt there are many sights to see, but perhaps you'd like to get a souvenir later? And I can take you out if this town has something pretty to see."