<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100456.msg4367951#msg4367951">Quote from: Leodran on 14-03-2011, 02:03:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>Alex kept looking around, carefully but curiously.  It seemed they had been lined up for inspection, as several curious people were looking over at them.  Alex noted, however, how many people spared them barely a glance.  So, wherever they were, a shipment of slaves wasn't entirely uncommon.  He could see a truck in the distance heading their way, but with so much foot traffic, they would be on display a while long.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>Anice Xantelli</strong>- At the docks<br/><br/>A sliver of sweat was wiped from her brow as she looked away from the sun, which was approaching its peak position in the sky. It looked like a shipment of indentured servants had arrived. It was a group of mostly men captured or lured to the island. The lucky would become citizens, mostly port workers but some of them would perform tasks for the family. The unlucky would be slaves of another kind. It all depended on who Maria picked to go to the brothel.<br/><br/>She walked up onto the docks, her rather clean and well dressed appearance was certainly out of place. She had beige docker shorts and a loose white cotton polo shirt with short sleeves. White socks rose from her dockside shoes. A straw sunhat kept her head in the shade.<br/><br/>Spotting Alex, Anice found herself naturally attracted to him and stared at him for quite a long time. She approached to break right in during the middle of the inspection, but none of the goons operating the ship dared to say an unkind word to her. She had never punished anyone but that didn't mean she wasn't a boss just the same. The operators of this ship had both respect and fear for their bosses, it was the way Marco thought it should be. They weren't on the island all the time so they weren't accustomed to Anice's easy going ways, so the rare presence of a family member at the working docks had them very high strung.<br/><br/>"Hi," she said, blinking a few times as she stared at him like he was an oddity, "Are you here to work for my family? My name is Anice Xantelli, what's yours?"