Mekoa nearly accepted the man's - Janis, it was? - proposal. She could buy him, she had plenty of money on her and if she needed more, she could recall some of her favors. But, then again, what would that leave her with? Less money and someone else to take care of. Yet, he looked like he desperately needed a new "master", and she did have a soft spot for babbles...<br/><br/>Sipping a bit more of the blush wine absently in thought, she finally made her decision."How much do you think he wants?" she asked Janis quietly. The tavern wasn't too noisy, and there was a chance that someone would hear the exchange. She did not want to be arrested for slave trading tonight.