<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 slave was all but sold, Zidir thought as the man caressed the nefasi beauty in the gentlest manner. He noticed her reaction in response. It roused a pleasant sort of feeling inside Zidir to think that one of his slaves would find a home they liked. It was in his philosophy an act of great kindness to so guide people to meet. Slaves were a part of family though whether as important as a child or spouse or on the same level as a dog all depended on the master. He had expected any moment the man to make a price offer. The offer that came caught him by bit of a surprise. Although Zidir let little of it appear on his face it was readable in the pause in conversation that came from his thought.<br/><br/>He considered for a moment, Zidir lifted himself from the wall and let his crossed arms open up. The hands moved to his speech, captivating attention almost as strongly as the piercing glow of his eyes or the playful and now assertive tone. "It is a most unusual request. I understand then that you do have desire to make this transaction, but perhaps now is not a good time financially hmm?" He paused for a moment to stroke his smoothly shaved dark chin as if there was something else he had to ponder on, in truth it was only to make Ilhan feel slightly uncomfortable or on the edge as he would wait for the real answer. "I am not thoroughly against an arrangement where the slave is not sold at once, but paid for gradually, but there are a few complications in this and more so in your particular offer... To be sure, a slave can own property if the master grants her to and money of course. It is not an unheard of practice for a slave owner to lease their own in such manner. However... you understand that I am a slave trader by trade and not a leaser. I wish to find my boys and girls a home that will suit them and get the deserved compensation. I am hesitant dabble in risks that are involved in letting mine roam the city freely."<br/><br/>It seemed like all but straight refusal, but Zidir was not quite done. "But perhaps, we could find the right terms... that is of course if N'ebthe is willing to take such risk." Zidir gave the dark woman a friendly glance, but the light that twinkled in his gaze was nefarious. It turned to illuminate Ilhan. "If you enter a binding contract with me that guarantees that you will within the year have paid enough for what I would ask up front, I will allow  you to, for additional compensation paid separately each time, pick her up from my pits and use her as your this employment of yours requires. The sum I will keep moderate, considering your current monetary situation, but will scale it with the time you are planning to rent her services. If upon inspection I find any harm on her, or Gods forbid she does not return. I will have to ask of course for full compensation immediately. If you wish to pay her a salary in addition, I shall allow it of course, and not a dinar will be taken from N'ebthe's personal earnings to cover her living costs. Such will be included in each rent payment."<br/><br/>Zidir mentioned some numbers. The overall cost of N'ebthe spread over the year was not by far worst of it. The cost of each rent was, while seemingly small still significant enough to make anyone not swimming in gold think hard on each occasion. A day from sunrise to sunset was temptingly cheap, but the cost increased by night and day and by weeks to almost ridiculous sums.