Orin looked for the man who placed a bid on him. He intently studied the man. Who was he and what was he going to have him do. His entire life hung in the balance. Orin had been working on a plan to free himself, but spear, swords, and bows were to close. He figured he could get his hands free, getting his feet free would be more of a challenge. In clearer thinking, Orin determined that his plan would have probably lead to death, his at least. Not dying was highly important to him. 

With kindled hope Orin stood a little taller. That was the only bid made. As the money exchanged hands, Orin sat down. He placed a finger on the spear tip pointed at him and pushed it away. A small bag was tossed to Orin. It contained his well worn cloak, a now ragged pair of pants, a broken pipe, and nothing else. Then as the paperwork was done, Orin proceeded to slip his small hands then feet out of the shackles. 
"They were made for a larger person," Orin commented to the guard as he dropped the shackles on the table.

Orin turned and followed his new master. [color=yellow]"Thank you, kind master."[/color] he said.