Now, the demon merchant wasn't much of a purveyor of humans; he, in fact, was a huntsman. Bagging critters from the woods and selling the pelts and the occasional live one was much different from trying to pawn this human off on some one else. It was only by sheer dumb luck that he found and caught this human, and since they were much different than the animals he had grown up hunting, he didn't have an easy time keeping her in the best condition. She seemed very lonely, depressed even. She hardly ate what was put in front of her, and even when she did, she didn't put on weight.<br/><br/>The slaver visibly winced along with the human when her arm was pulled out and her appearance insulted. No way was he going to get such a price for this little brat, he thought. She was tiny, cowardly, hardly worth 500 let alone three times that much!<br/><br/>The girl didn't like the rough words or handling that she was given either. She let out a little yelp when he yanked her arm out in front of her rather forcefully. She wasn't sure if she would ever be sold! She kept her head down, and when told to, she started singing a song her mother had sang in her youth, about a lark who had been caught and put in a cage. The seller let out a little growl and tugged on her shoulder, making her look up while she sang. He wasn't going to have his last chance at a proper price get away from him. The few people that over heard her stopped to listen. Her voice was almost just like a lark's, flitting and light. Finally, her soft voice faded, and the seller piped up. "There now, that must make her worth<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>, eh?"