Shendan paused before cage after cage, reviewing the signs attached to each in turn. This one was obviously ill and weak. He would make a poor laborer. That one was defiant even in his gaze, and the sign said he had a record of attacking his owners and running away. It seemed the whole batch of slaves this month was rotten. They were all poor choices, and he would never take in a poor slave.<br/><br/>And then  he saw her. At first glance, he could see that she was neither defiant, nor overly submissive. She was small, it was true. Too small. But he was sure that would change with a little work. She was also beautiful, which would benefit him. Reading over her sign, he found nothing he objected to. His gaze pulled upward from the sign to meet her eyes, curious as to what he would find there.