Meesei gave a nod to Gallus. They had prepared thoroughly for this meeting, so Meesei had indeed performed a count of the clan's members, both in total, and just of those who were posing as slaves. Even having been cut down significantly in number, the Senchal clan was still about the same size the Bruma clan had been three years prior. "By our last count before we left camp, our stock numbers two hundred and fourteen heads, with thirteen of those being Senche." She answered simply and directly. 

The Orc leaned back in his chair, raising his eyebrow at the number. There were a few moments where he seemed to be performing the calculations in his head, but the total seemed to impress him. "Well, that's quite a bit of gold we're talkin' about here."

Colors gave a grin. "We captured close to an entire one of those wandering tribes in the desert, plus some more on the way here. I wouldn't have gone out in that gods forsaken wasteland if it hadn't been worth it."

"Hmph, well you might get a ship back after all." Orub huffed. Leaning forward in his char once more, he clasped his hands together and leaned onto the table. "Alright, let's talk price."

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Ma'tanza returned to her work setting out the shackles as Tzirret spoke; although, there were not many more left to place before they would be finished. "Oh, Ma'tanza's childhood was nothing special. This one and her family grew up on a moon sugar farm just outside Torval. It was this one's mother, father, and all three of us. Ma'tanza was nine years of age when we were attacked by feral werelions. S'nishi fought them off, but...well the three of us survived. S'nishi took care of us for the next two years until we found the clan. We wouldn't have made it without her."