"Lu'oh mzilt zhah uk? Usstan ssinssrin ukta," she said to the slaver, her tone much less gentle and more forceful. It was how one speaks to merchants and slavers. Otherwise, they'd step all over the customer, and Ei'shya had no intentions of that happening to her. Snorting when the slaver didn't understand, she translated it. "I asked you how much Axyn is. He looks valuable, and he would make a good servant to my fellow priestesses."