As Orin waited his turn to be put on display, he pondered how wrong this had all gone. Leaving his community to learn seamed like a harmless thing to do. But it has cost him, well him and his community their freedom. This was not the plan at all. 

Rough hands were grabbing people and throwing them up on stage where they were made to stand on display. Some clothed and some, like he, in all their natural spender for the eye to see. The half-elf girl was thrown up next. The auctioneer grabbed the girl's bruised chin, touched her in a rather in appropriate way. [color=red]"This one is a breeder. Fine features,"[/color] he said as he turned her around. Then he grabbed her in a very personal way and continued, [color=red]"Soft! Good as a servant or an entertainment, I'd say. A toy for the man of the house or a maid for the lady."[/color] 
People started bidding. 
Orin thought, [color=#D8BFD8][i]Breeder? How rude. She's better than that.[/i][/color] After a couple stronger bigun's were sold to be guards, a human cleric to be an estate healer, a couple criminals to be tournament fighters. While girls of different races sold as maids, serving girls, or  dancers. He watched. Mages tended to buy guards. Clerics tended to buy people who had gifts that would help their temples. Merchants bought people with craft skills or could be trainable. 
[color=#D8BFD8][i]A man of my skills should fetch a fare price,[/i][/color] he thought.
As Orin watched he realized that the ones that the auctioneer thought would get a good price were sold first, mages, fighters, people with skills, then the unskilled but trainable, the thieves, then him. He figured this out when they threw up a couple of old men that were sickly with the coughs and could barely stand, people started to turn away. Finally, his turn came. His chains lifted from the pole that kept him in place. The hand that grabbed him lifted him by the loin cloth and threw him. Orin landed with a thud. The crowd laughed as he tried to keep the remaining fabric in place with his hands chained. He bowed. 
[color=red]"What can I get for this one?"[/color] the auctioneer shouted with almost a laugh to the crowd. 
[color=orange]"I don't need a clown, so what can he do?"[/color] a large lizard folk man shouted.
[color=green]"He's a breeder, then I'll eat him,"[/color] said a woman that he wasn't sure what she was or if she was a she. 
[color=#D8BFD8]"Thank you, but I'd prefer not to be dinner,"[/color] Orin said weakly.
[color=green]"You'd only be a snack,"[/color] said a woman and the crowd roared with laughter. 
[color=yellow]"He's trouble,"[/color] shouted the captain of the ship he was brought to the marker. [color=yellow]"It follows him around. Tried to get the slaves to riot and damn near got them to do it too."[/color]
[color=#D8BFD8]"It wasn't a riot and I'm plenty lucky,"[/color] Orin said defiantly.
There were murmurs from the crowd.
Another crewman shouted,[color=#EEE8AA]"And he can eat more than two men."[/color]
[color=#D8BFD8]"They were small portions,"[/color] Orin said in a louder and exasperated tone.
A staff hit him in the ribs telling him to be quiet.
The offering price started at 80 gold. When the price got down to fifty gold with no takers. 
Orin asked, [color=#D8BFD8]"What happens if I do not sell?"[/color]
The woman called back, [color=green]"I'll eat you."[/color]
The crowd erupted with laughter.
[color=red]"How about 30 gold?"[/color] the auctioneer cries out.