<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/>Sumara walked through the busy market area. Stalls selling spices, delicacies and goods from every corner of Takrin lined her route. A pair of her guards trailed her respectfully. Unlike her guards Sumara wore no armour on this occasion. A simple loincloth was her only clothing although henna marking upon her arms, legs and upper body gave the appearence that she wore more. A fencing blade hung at her hip, a long slim blade made of superior quality steel but lacking the ornate decoration that could be expected in a blade carried by a noble. She paid little interest to the general goods on sale, stopping only once or twice to peruse a stall.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the section of the market reserved for the trading of slaves Sumara grew more attentive to the goods on offer. Her practiced eye glided over the naked bodies of the men and women being sold. Traders called out to her, enticing her to come closer and sample their wares. She ignored their cries and offers, assuming a haughty demeanour that gave the impression that she considered herself a class above her fellow traders.<br/><br/>Reaching a stall towards the rear of the market Sumara at last spied some slaves that piqued her interest. Motioning her guards to stand watch the slaver approached the stall to inspect the goods more closely.<br/><br/>A young man and a girl caught her interest and she walked around the pair in inspection. They were smooth skinned and unmarked by the rigours of a slaves existance. The trader offering them for sale hovered at her side prattling obsequiously about the quality of his merchandise.<br/><br/>"Nindolen draa ph' l' er'griff bwaelen d' ssran dos inbal." Sumara snapped at the Nesstran trader.<br/><br/>As she expected the man looked blank at her use of the imperial tongue. She had used it only to impress upon the Nesstran that she was his better. She sighed as though his inability to speak the high tongue was a burden to her.<br/><br/>"These are the only goods that you have of any worth." Sumara repeated in common.<br/><br/>"Are they trained for the bedchamber?" She demanded.<br/><br/>When the slaver assured her that both were excellent companions, Sumara pursed her lips.<br/><br/>"I require proof of their skill before I will consider parting with coin." She insisted. "Have them fuck one another to convince me of your claim."