<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/>The smug grin did not flinch between any other expression from there on. Zidir felt as if in perfect control, he had determined Ilhan's interest in N'ebthe to be genuine and beyond simple need for a slave to be used for pleasure or manual labor. He was interested in her as a person and that was the best scenario to play in or so it would be, yet he claimed he would not want to purchase her. Zidir shook his head. "That is quite an offer... I will make only one clarification here. As you relinquish your right to her, likewise the ownership will not transfer to you even in the case that she is injured and you are forced to compensate for such. It is a small thing, but as you understand I cannot be too careful with men who have the wits to exploit holes in contracts, not that I do not trust an honorable Djaffir such as yourself so please take no offence from it. I shall allow N'ebthe to earn pay and for her to use it as she wishes. If this agrees with you, I shall produce us a written contract between all participants."