Pamela
Typically in the Silnaria Empire, you'll find Oriate slaves. Canifor of unique colorings and gem colors, slitted eyes following your movements. If you were used to it, then it was just... Well, it was common place. It was *Normal* Perhaps. If you weren't it could be quite disconcerting. Many of the pricier ones went for a pretty penny at markets where the price was driven up by competition. 

Others like this one were more about getting rid of unwanted stock than anything else. Thin boned perhaps. Ill temperaments. Weak bodied. They were sold like some stores sold unwanted wares; Marked down for consumption and given away without much forethought. Amos found himself there, after a hundred years or so of misuse and misdeeds. His shackles had long since worn smooth, unmarked lines in his wrists, ankles and around his neck from the constant rub rather than scarring him, and he let his head rest on the bars of the cages loaded onto the carts. He didn't overly mind being out for once though. The sun was nice at least. He smirked at an Oriate's hushed words and returned a barb in return, soft hisses of laughter rising up from the two.

That was quieted quickly. Sort of. Amos, who was decidedly not an Oriate and perhaps some.. Elf? Oni? Called out, "What's a slave got to do to get sold around here? I'll do windows!"
Johnny
*Enu had been passing by slowly. He stared at the cage with a look of disgust and hate. He despised slavery more than anything. That was saying something cause Enu didn't despise many things. He looked around to make sure no one was watching as he approached the cage.* "Hey I can get you out of there if you want."
Pamela
The loud mouthed not-Oriate received their customary response for such an outburst- He got separated from the rest and had his nose bloodied. Sitting mostly by himself now, thin clothes doing nothing for warmth, he pauses looking up at Enu as he approaches, brow raised. 

Amos didn't *Have* Much energy if he was honest about it, but didn't show it as he sat up from his somewhat slouched position to give Enu his full attention, then visibly suppressed a laugh. Then he saw Enu's face, "Oh, wait, you're serious aren't you?" He says very softly, though still smiling with amusement, golden eyes bright.

"Going to buy me? I'm certain I'm quite cheap at this rate given the inconsistent horns. Oh, and the whole being an asshole thing, that too I guess," He says, watching Enu curiously with a smile. A bit out of tune with the general feel of slaves; Like he just didn't much care or mind what was happening. He dropped his voice lower then, speaking softly, "Unless you have other plans, but if so, well, might want to be careful of your countrymen."