Myrin tosses his mane.<br/>"Now the slavers will try to sell us as slaves to the highest bidder. The good thing is that you and I can never be separated, because of these he indicates to the shackles around their necks. The bad news is that anyone could buy us. Wicked, heartless people to gentle, caring people, its the luck of the draw. You never know who is going to buy you until they do, but we know that before the slave auctioning will begin he is going to sell my horn to someone, and that someone could be our ticket out of here."