The goblin looked up to the trolles with greedy and devilish eyes, already rubbing his hands together of the price he will get for a free woman. She was obviously not going to be paid for, no no... The undead will get a ring for it, and that is going to make his master twice as happy today. Something Razr could definitely use with his latest bad additions..<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOliveGreen">"Aah.. very well then, miss. I will lead the way for you and your partner, if you would be so kind to follow me.."</span><br/><br/>With a big smirk on his face he walked in front of them, out to the little stall that always seemed to be protected by the dark trolls. There was something eerie about their walk trough the murderrow, people stared at the little group. Not in a obvious way, but in a way they were looking from the corners of their eyes, shaking their heads and letting their gazes wander of Zerz's body. The few females that seemed to wander the street behind the great arch were either old, or beggars.. But some were dressed in the finest garments, walking fast to do their chores as instructed. As soon as they had passed the troll, they glanced over their shoulder giving him a worried look, knowing what Zer's faith as a presumed woman would be.<br/><br/>Finally they had reached the dark troll, and the goblin climbed swiftly on a crate that was placed next to the 8ft tall grimlooking man. Razr whispered something unhearable for the rest in the guards ear, and without even the slightest acknowledgement from the man's face he shifted his polearm away and thrusted in the ground, setting a mechanical process in working that would open one of the 6ft tall crates placed against the stall. With that, a doorway was revealed, and Razr spread his arm to courteously invite Zezzie into the hallway, to give him time to walk a few passes behind what he presumed to be the woman. And to negotiate the real dealings of why they had brought Zer down into Fizzlespurks Petplace, without the troll hearing his whispering words to Garret...<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOliveGreen">"You know what to do when we enter the main entrance... right? You will get your shackles and gag if you'd like the honor to escort her further to the deal. If not, I can arrange someone else to.... take <i>care</i> of her.."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>