She shivered, seeing the illithid((Am I right?)). She had heard of them in frightful whispers in the world above, as she tried not to think about it. The comment of the slaver/auctioneer was something that didn't really help, which was possibly the reason why he said it. She fell to her knees, as she started to cry a little louder. The auctioneer wanted to whip her, but there was some commotion. A Matron Mother...<br/><br/>The Auctioneer didn't look her in the eyes, as he shouted: "100,000...thousand?" He himself was perplexed. That was a lot, only a Matron Mother would have that much money to spare. Why would she offer so much gold for a slave like this one? It was just a regular elf, as disgusting as any other elf. "...100 million gold pieces for this slave. Anyone willing to bid higher?" There was a murmur from the crowd. Even the most rich of drow would be stupid to give that much money just to buy a slave without ruining their own house...