<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/>It seemed like there would be little doubt of whether or not she would be bought at this point, or at least Zidir hoped that the Djaffir would by now be far too invested in this slave. He needed do noting but observe and that only because it was custom. Even if he did not see Ilhan as the type to steal a slave under his nose nor N'ebthe as one to run away from her lawful owner, there was no telling if they would engage in carnal pleasure. There had been occasions in Zidir's youth when he had let customers inspect slaves in private only to find his most valuable maidens alone and violated in a room where the open window had been only hint of the would be buyer's whereabouts.<br/><br/>Zidir slowly slid from Ilhan's field of vision so as to create an illusion of privacy. As much as he could he shrunk his presence and simply leaned against the wall from where he watched the exchange of the two unfold. Everything was good, but something about the two made him feel out of place. Somewhere within even Zidir could not deny that N'ebthe did not - despite her chains - seem like a slave. It was more like he was watching two free people of very curious origins in a meeting to which he had no right to attend.