Reaching up to run a hand through his hair, James shook his head in irritation. There never seemed to be anything good in the news lately. The stock market could certainly be performing a bit better, although there was no threat to his business holdings. It would just mean less profits this year was all.<br/><br/>Tucking the paper away, he drew out a magazine laying on the table before him, taking a moment to take a sip of his whiskey. As he did so, his eyes gazed back towards the rows of cages, and the one slave inside who'd caught his eye earlier. She seemed slightly less afraid, taking the time to actually look at her surroundings rather than simply hide from them. That showed at least a little bit of courage, the hint of a backbone, visible even under the most terrifying of conditions.<br/><br/>Sitting back with his magazine, he waved over one of the many servants nearby. A few whispered requests and the servant was on his way towards the auctioneer's quarters. Often times he'd heard, slaves ready to be sold came with dossiers containing previous life information and facts about them. Medical, schooling, useful skills, all meticulously researched before the slaves were brought up for sale. Normally such dossiers weren't available until the sale was final. James was hoping his little bribe, brought by the servant, would enable him an earlier look and help him decide for sure whether this one would be a suitable purchase for her.