<div class="floatleft">(http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2014/326/c/d/golden_eyes_by_reykat-d87bmu0.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Zidir<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Hadaree<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Slave piers<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Mid-Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>N’ebthe, Ihan<br/><hr/><br/>Indeed it may have seemed strange for a slaver to allow such strong action by the merchandise they were selling, given that the nature of said wares was often expected to be submissive and obedient. Each buyer was unique though and in this case Ilhan seemed more captivated by N'ebthe's forthcoming nature than any of the sweet words that Zidir had tried to slither in his hear. He seemed eccentric for a Djaffir so was it not only natural he would be drawn to search similarly unique servants? He had let the slave exchange with Ilhan before so Zidir allowed it to continue. The other Djaffir would cast a look at them as would some people passing by. For one of the masked ones to reveal themselves in middle of Bazaar was curious enough to bend neck, but for him to be touched by a slave, it was almost magical moment in its eeriness and unfamiliarity.<br/><br/>Zidir understood the request as reluctance on Ilhan's part to continue standing on the spotlight above the river of crowd. His smile and nod gave away the reply before any words rolled out. "Certainly, that would be possible for you good Ilhan. The building behind us is best I can provide unless you would like to return at a later date to my establishment where I could provide a more thorough reception. It is a storage, part of this platform so the furnishment is unfortunately quite bare." He motioned towards the two story stone building behind them. It was empty and crude in design, indeed lacking most comfort. Zidir yelled Nafi' and few others of his personal slaves orders before returning to the gentleman Djaffir and his interest. "If you would follow me. "He would place a guiding hand on Ilhan's shoulder unless he spotted a twitch or withdrawing reaction from the man.<br/><br/>Passing N'ebthe he also turned her around with  gentle push on the shoulder and pressed her to move with him as well. His smile shined at them both as they entered the deeper shadow of the building. Only light was a mix of pale blue morning light and more vibrant orange of his eyes that spread into the immediate vicinity, giving the empty rooms a strangely warm feeling. Noise of the crowd barely reached the back room. Zidir kept his eyes on Ilhan, asking the man in a friendly tone, "Now then, what is it you would wish to inspect my friend? I must say though, that we cannot allow the slaves to be taken before a sale is made."