Amora stood on the stand, watching calmly as most of the crowd dispersed. She wasn't the greatest-looking of slaves, neither strong nor very pretty, but she could work fairly well. She didn't blame them for leaving, most of the stronger male slaves had been sold already, and she was one of the last females to be sold for the day.<br/><br/>"This lovely piece is 17 years of age, an excellent worker, and a cool temperament to match! The bidding starts at 50 ducats!" Amora let out a little huff; the slave driver always knew how to make any slave sound like an excellent buy, even if they were willing to kill in an instant. Though, what he said was true. She wasn't as strong willed as most slaves, they had beaten that out of her long ago.