Mergoux froze as the voice spoke in her mind. Her lips formed a snarl as she locked eyes with the speaker, though his mouth did not move. She didn't know the man's name, but the face seemed somehow familiar. Perhaps she'd spotted him earlier in the crowd, or just at some point in the past month she'd spent here.
The man knew her, something that rather surprised the Warrior as she hadn't been to Venedig in nearly thirty years, and while her last visit had been marred with blood she thought it unlikely that her notoriety would have lasted so long in this city. He spoke to her of a plot, a plot to make life harder for the slave traders. That was all well and good, but Mergoux didn't particularly want to make life hard for the Slavers, as much as take it from them. Still, it was a step in the right direction at least, perhaps this stranger had noble goals in mind?
Regardless, she wasn't about to trust him so easily, however, she couldn't follow him now. She'd been made, and no doubt his guards would keep an eye peeled for her. If she was to recruit the Eidelweiss brothers as allies, she'd have to first free them from their master. Such a feat was not something she could attempt in broad daylight, in the middle of a throng of nobles buying slaves, low-born watching their former masters becoming lower than they, and guards keeping eyes peeled for any trouble.
No, for now she would fall back. Perhaps she could still find a way to disrupt the sale, but she'd need to plan an exit first. Her eyes locked on the plump auctioneer, his jowls quivering with excitement as he proudly announced the final bid on an older man and was now speaking to a woman with a staff, who seemed to be wanting to buy a pair of slaves. A woman and a man. Yes... that would cause a bit of a ruckus...@letter bee @Zoey White @Landaus Five-One