<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/>Zidir nodded, his eyes closed with the pleased smile for a moment dimming the light of the room to only that little morning glow which reached its depths. It brightened once more as he raised his gaze again. "Tomorrow it is then. My personal establishment resides on the street of scarab on the eastern side of Sha'ib. It is easy to find as the street is mostly empty bar from a few smaller houses. I shall produce an contract by then for you to read over. I must say Ilhan, there is a hint of disappointment in me despite this deal offering so much for us all. Men with your view of slaves make the best owners I've found, yet few have the assets to own one." Details had been honed to finality now and Zidir could let his front slip. The arrangement was weird, and while he himself could not understand what sort of madness inspired the people that saw slavery as a bad thing, he could find himself sympathizing with the idea that they needed to be treated well and with some measure of dignity. Afterall, Zidir's best friends and lovers consisted solely of his private slaves.