Joe
"Better safe than sorry." *He nodded as she spoke. He knew a few healers who could make sure there were no internal injuries. He himself was no healer, and while he could do first aid, any long-lasting healing was far beyond him, and if that injury flared up out in the desert, there was little that could be done.*

*He did, however, seem to be more interested in her needlework. While he had absolutely no clue of the danger she could pose, he knew the value of a good Seamstress in repairing clothing, especially in the desert where it was the only thing between you and the sun and sands. Combine that with the tents he and his fellows lived out of also being fabric; someone who could properly repair clothing would be a valuable asset.*

"Needlework? Interesting. So I take it you're a seamstress?"

*He turned to Raheem, pulling out his well concealed coin purse, before checking the weight to get a rough idea of what he had left.*

"I think I'll go ahead and buy her. How much is your price for her?"

*Raheem thought about it for a few seconds before responding.*

"You know, for you I'll give you a deal, how about 150 gold coins?"

"You drive a hard bargain." *He sighed.* "I'll take it though. I do expect you to show consideration in our next business deals later on." *He poured his coins out on a nearby table, counting out the change before Raheem handed him a key, presumably to Oryra's chains. That done, he turned to Oryra.* 

"Alright, get a move on. We're leaving at nightfall."
Kimberly
*Oryra shrugged as it was probably a good thing to get her checked out just in case but it didn't mean that she was happy with it either. It all just made her annoyed in the end.

She would tilt her head as she thought about if she wanted to answer or not.* "I don't work for anyone so I wouldn't say I'm a seamstress. I just have worked with needlework was all. Never had a chance to work anyone so I can't say I actually am a seamstress."

*So he was going to buy her, she didn't know if she wanted to be around this person or not but for now she supposed she could behave a little. The price was crazy to her as she could have done a lot more with that amount. Especially over just buying one person.

She's glare at the key as she wanted to just grab it and run, though she couldn't do that yet. She be annoyed at being told what to do but would step forward. Best to learn and be obedient till she could strike.* "I'm not leaving till he gives me back my little loom. I won't leave without it, I got that from my grandmother and it's been important to me."
Joe
*He looked at Raheem, his annoyance with Oryra beginning to show. He thought of himself as a fairly reasonable fellow, even to his slaves, but his patience had it's limit. Ready to get things over with, he asked Raheem to grab the loom. Raheem, after holding it up for Oryra to confirm it was the same item she was talking about, handed it to Sayf, who put it in his coinpurse.*

"Correction. You haven't worked for anyone *Yet*. As of now you will do what I say, whether or not you want to or not. I'll return the loom once we're out of town, but for now I will hold on to it to keep it away from pickpockets." *It wasn't only for that reason he was holding onto it, as he was doing it partly out of spite, but he had no desire to argue, either now or later on when a pickpocket had snatched it and she would want it back. He was being honest though. He would give it back.*

"Now, let's get you to a healer. Stay close, and don't try anything funny." *He said, leading her out into the street. He thought he had seen a local healer not to far down the road. He would have prefered being able to wait until he was out of the town and back at camp, but that was to much of a risk. He knew how violent Baldwin could be, and he wouldn't put it past him to have simply given her painkillers and left any injury to fester. That being said, Sayf tried not to be overly rude, and while he tolerated no disrespect, he was true to his word. As he was leading her through an empty section of street, he turned to her for a bit, and said:*

"Now that we are away from unfriendly ears, my name is Sayf, although for the moment at least you are to call me sir. I waited to tell you since I am not on friendly terms with the thieve's guild at the moment, and if they knew I was here I would be a dead man."
Kimberly
*Oryra was not happy that he would keep her loom but stayed quiet about it, only giving a slight glare as she crossed her arms. It wasn't easy for her to keep her mouth shut always but it would for the moment. She really wanted to just take it back.

Though she was happy she did halfway get it, had the slaver not just given it back she probably would have gone trying to get it back. That really was her prized possession through the years.* "I have worked for others, just not for that type of work... Don't hold your breath that I'm going to just do what you want." *She didn't want to be complient but it was whatever. She would just have to stay quiet and listen for the moment.*

"I can't promise anything, but I will try not to get lost... For now" *She would look around as they finally got out, it was nice being out of that place. She didn't like it and she probably would have attack a guard again soon had he not decided on taking her. She didn't trust him but he had kind of helped.

She would raise a brow at his words, seemed he didn't really trust others much either. Most of the people here didn't either though so it was alright, made it easier for her to keep her walls up.* "Guess you have a lot of people who don't like you. Though good luck with me just calling you sir, I'm not your just typical slave." *She had it rough but she'd also done a lot of bad herself, that's why she had a horn taken. Not some nice tiefling, she had to have done something pretty bad to lose the amount of horn she did. But she didn't care to reveal what it was.*