[i]The nearly elven man offers the slightest smirk as he watches the little creature mock the guards for their oversight regarding the shackles. Sizing things for a halfing is always difficult considering the creatures varying dimensions. While the mockery is amusing to him, the guards do not find it equally entertaining. They spit curses in their lisp-filled serpentine language as they kick and poke him toward his new owner, fairly purchased. As such, the law forbids harm against the property of another unless that property has committed a crime. Even under such circumstances, baring murder or other serious equivalents, the property is secured and the issue brought to the owner coupled with a fine.[/i]

"[color=fff79a]You'd best find yourself in a state of silence, for the time being, my little friend.[/color]" [i]The man states at first, raising his right gloved hand to press his index finger across his lips to gesture quiet. He then leans down and in toward Orin with a minor smile.[/i] "[color=fff79a]...and don't call me Master. Sir or Sire will do, at least in the presence of such as these. In private you may call me Taliman.[/color]" [i]He gently raises his hand and scruffs Orin's hair a bit in a kind gesture. With that, he looks up as the next bidding begins.[/i]

"[color=fff79a]One moment my friend. Let's see if I can do a little more charity work.[/color]" [i]He stands up fully, looking now to the new prospect upon the stage. He observes with his arms cross, knowing well not to get involved in the bidding until nearly the end of the auction. He waits quietly, observing the bidding until it comes down to the final two bidders. The wealthy lizardfolk of some significant heritage.[/i]

"[color=ed1c24]Two hundred![/color]" [i]He hears the lizardfolk cry brazenly in response to this man whose name escapes Taliman. "Final offer!" The creature spurts with a hissing agitation. Clearly, he is not pleased paying so high for a servant. One wonders what fate would befall the half-orc if sold to such a character.[/i]

"[color=f26522]Two hundred and one gold![/color]"[i] To Talimans' surprise, the man known as Elias calls one last bid into the mix seeking to win with a slight overage if the lizardfolk truly withdraws. Indeed, the reptile shakes his head and turns away with most of the crowd just started to depart. The final purchase of the day at hand with a secure outcome.[/i]

"[color=ed1c24]I hear two hundred and one going once!...Twice!...aanndd sol...[/color]" [i]The auctioneer nearly wraps up the bidding with his hammer about to strike the podium before a sudden interruption catches him quite off guard and nearly stunned.[/i]

"[color=fff79a]Two hundred and fifty gold![/color]" [i]Suddenly the voice of Taliman rises and the crowd comes to a halt with some gasps and others speaking to one another in a roar of whispers. Even the most skilled and valuable slaves rarely went for such a price. In fact, nearly eighty-percent of the market runs below one hundred gold each. Prices vary, but mostly when bought in bulk. It has been known for prized slaves to be sold at low costs simply for being part of a single group sold as a package.

The concept of a slave being sold for so high a price bears confusion and suspicion with the auctioneer and the guards, all of whom grasp their long spears more securely as if ready for any possible scenario. Anti-slavers have been known to the city to do such things as this simply to delay the completion of an auction to give time for an attempt at freeing slaves. All eyes now rest solely upon Taliman.[/i]