[i]The nearly elven man offers a smile to both. Some of the crowd continue to linger in quiet conversation muttering and whispering amongst themselves as they pass a glance in the direction of the halfling, the half-orc, and their seemingly wealthy new owner. He offers no reply nor glance in return to such individuals. The auctioneer grunts a bit after receiving the coin from the wealthy individual.[/i]

"[color=fff79a]I have little use for slaves. You are both free to go.[/color]" [i]He offers his response to them both; even to the little one now at their legs and attempting to hide from the intimidating guards not far off. In their own tongue, they snarl a bit and grumble to the auctioneer who is still quite close to their position. After a moment, he and two of the lizardfolk guards start walking toward the three persons in a most agitated state.[/i]

"[color=ed1c24]Excuse me![/color]" [i]The auctioneer shouts toward the nearly elven man with a growl. A human in high standing, a minority for the region to be certain, but he bears himself in a manner similar to such reptilian citizens as his company.[/i]

"[color=fff79a]Yes?[/color]" [i]Taliman offers a simply reply to the interruption from the approaching man and guard.[/i]

"[color=ed1c24]My associate hear just informed me that you intend to set these two free?" He barks, most agitated, and seemingly further still on saying such words. "The law forbids this. Once a citizen has been integrated into the slave market, forever are they bound to such a fate within Achuak Iejir. The only exception to this rule is a state-endorsed slave who serves to pay a law-empowered debt through service.[/color]" [i]He states firmly with great disgust apparent in his expression.[/i]

"[color=fff79a]Indeed. Well, if you must know, these two have certainly caused civil disturbance and I wish to file charges with intent to serve the full value of the law-abiding sentence.[/color]" [i]He states with a small smirk, thinking himself clever. His upbringing with a bureaucratic heritage had certainly taught him how to find ways around certain laws. The auctioneer appears to become quite red in the face on such a prospect. The lizardfolk guards spit curses in their draconic tongue.[/i]

"[color=ed1c24]Civil disturbance must be reported by no less than three persons, and an investigation completed to fully ascertain the degree of said disturbance so a proper sentence may be applied should a court find the persons guilty. You are merely one person reporting an incident, and good luck finding others to support your claim. We are not fools here, elfling. Do not seek to predict and slither your way around our laws. There are safeguards in place for such nonsense.[/color]" [i]He snarls once more as he cups his coin pouch tightly in his hand.[/i]

"[color=fff79a]Well, I must say that is quite the predicament. In that case, I believe I wish to donate these two for service to the state in the sum of one silver piece each.[/color]" [i]He smirks once more, yet again attempting to be clever.[/i]

"[color=ed1c24]That is enough! If you do not wish to own these persons, you may sell them or submit them for resale as a charity to the state. In which case, I will certainly appreciate a second opportunity for profit.[/color]" [i]He looks to the halfling and half-orc with a greedy persuasion upon his expression.[/i]

"[color=fff79a]I see.[/color]" [i]Taliman sighs a moment, looking to the half-orc and then down to Orin a moment. He had not traveled far across the seas to obtain property in the form of flesh. He merely wished to lend a little aid. It seemed to him such charity bore more long-term repercussions.[/i] "[color=fff79a]In that case, I will keep them.[/color]" [i]None too pleased with the outcome.[/i]

"[color=ed1c24]A pity, but glad to hear you've accepted the nature of our ways.[/color]" [i]The auctioneer snarks in victory. [/i]"[color=ed1c24]I suggest you head to the branding station for papers. There you will be able to have them marked to ensure they remain your property and such is known.[/color]" [i]He snaps his fingers and turns, making his way off with his guards following close behind him. [/i]"[color=ed1c24]Damn anti-slavers.[/color]"[i] He curses as he departs.[/i]

"[color=fff79a]Right.[/color]" [i]Taliman sighs once more, then looking to Orin and the half-orc. With a moment and a snap of his fingers, they would both feel a tingle on their arms at the shoulder. Arcane marks appear upon their skin similar to tattoos but with a tinted glow. [/i]"[color=fff79a]There. That will do, for now, I think. I have no desire to see such barbarism as scored brands being applied to either of you.[/color]"