He sighed putting the sword back into its sheath. Turning to Elizabeth, extending his arm and offering her his paw. Watching her and the even other prisoners shake fearfully, but ignored most the words spoken.

[color=0072bc]"May I hold your hand dear, we're leaving this wretched place."[/color] Bastian said softly, yet rather monotone with a serious face. Bastian's ears twitched only listening to the auctioneer's statement, because it was what he wanted to hear. He firmly took hold of her hand, like a father would to a young child. He started casually walking with her down the steps, leading her gently if he had to. The crowd quickly scattered with panic, some even running away as fast as their legs could carry them. Leaving him plenty of room to make his exit.