<div class="floatleft">(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/God_Emperor_of_Dune_by_SingleOrganicMachine-2.jpg)</div>A few minutes later the Prince himself walked up and saw Kahlus finalizing the deal with the trader. He thought he was just purchasing a new slave for himself. The sun had just started to go down, but there was enough to show the princes' garb and crown upon his brow.<br/><br/>"<strong>Gi, a vaen Usstan muth dos Kahlus. Dos inbalus uns'aa ezsakil gaer whol Usstan klew'nor vel'drav Usstan xunus naut ragar dos a dosst delmah. D'ril ol brorna uns'aa lu'oh myar nindolen lodiasen.</strong>" Said Vakarius joking with his friend, giving Kahlus a small poke in the arm, he was known for his joking with his close friends. His eyes then moved to the young slave who was following his friend. He walked up to her and was now only a few feet from her face. Forcing her to look into his eyes. Even though his face was neutral in appearance, his eyes seemed to pierce her very soul. His eyes looked over her face and upper body. Making internal judgements on quality and abilities.<br/><br/>His left hand then went slowly to the side of her head and took a small strand of hair that had not been curled behind her ears and with his index and thumb split the hairs into their individual strands. His face never leaving from its position. He then took the same and and took her right.<br/><br/>"<strong>Natha bwael rothe Kahlus, dos zuch inbalus natha equidai ulu inbau l' alurl d'lil siltrin. Vel'bol xunus dos barter ilta whol?</strong>" Vakarius continued, but having overhead the conversation about her past. Vakarius again looked into her eyes, as if he were studying her like you would an animal.