<strong>Sumara the slaver</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/android1966/Decorated%20images/Death_In_the_Harem2_by_Ferres-1.jpg)</div><br/>As soon as the Nesstran slave merchant unlocked the fetters binding the slave, the brute burst into enraged action. Sumara, who had already stepped aside to allow the merchant to unshackle his slave, rapidly took a further couple of steps from the unruly beast. Fluidly drawing her slim rapier, her blood quickened as she stood at the ready to defend herself. The slave though it seemed was fueled more by the mad inclination to to make an attempt for freedom in the heart of the royal market than to attempt to assault his propective purchaser.<br/><br/>Swearing in rage the slave struck his Nesstran master to the floor and turned to flee. One of Sumara's guards, caught by surprise, just as she had been herself by his sudden and unexpected violence made a clumsy attempt to grab the male as he bolted. A blow to her helmeted head sent her staggering. Sumara scowled in annoyance and waved back the second of the guards. She had parted with no coin, nor made a commitment to purchase. Let the Nesstran protect his own property, or the city guard deal with the disturbance.<br/><br/>"Imbecile!" She spat vehemently at the fallen Nesstran trader. "Is it slaves you trade or rabid dogs?"<br/><br/>"You!" She turned her attention to the guardswoman unfortunate enough to have been struck aside. "Do you seek to shame me with your incompetance? A mere unarmed male sends you reeling?"<br/><br/>Sumara gestured angrily to the second of the offworld merchants.<br/><br/>"Very well, show me your wares." She snapped. "But after that display of Nesstran slave handling I am less than assured that your kind may have anything to offer save unmanageable beasts."