<div class="floatright"><sup><strong>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8f/ba/5a/8fba5a4c0971b00b8a2e5e3008b29c74.jpg)<br/>Growl'Ruk<br/>6th Barbarian</strong></sup></div><div class="floatleft"><sup><strong>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/31/c8/4e/31c84ec5b2db3fe5a9c0c9ead37bfa7d.jpg)<br/>Jiabelle<br/>3rd Swashbuckler</strong></sup></div><br/>Mihar would extend a handkerchief to Jiabelle.  The elder desert elf female would take it and wipe herself.  "Thank you master Mihar" Which speaks volumes to Darius,  the mother is not a caster of magic.  While she is doing that,  one of Mihar's men approach with a pouch.   One given to him by the men that had gone into the pit and picked up the coins.<br/><br/>Mihar takes the coin purse and hefts it as if weighing it.  Then extends it to Darius.<strong>"Here partner, since both are not your slaves.  As sign of good faith in partnership take tonight's purse."  </strong>It is the seventeen worth of gold pieces tossed for the show given by Growl'Ruk and Jiabelle.<br/><br/><strong>"The slaver's guild is still open will be for another two hours.  Have your captain come with word of the schedule you decide on for the performances."</strong>It seems captain Ilyana of the desert elves, been getting around in the city.    As Mihar gives a bow in goodbye and departs with his men.  As the pit arena is emptying out.   To be filled several hours later tonight for its true purpose the pit fights.<br/><br/>Finished with wiping herself, she wiipe Growl'Ruk cock off.  Her touch causes the Orc to moan.  "Moan."  He tries not to,  realizing the mistress is distressed.<br/><br/>"I am ready master."<br/><br/>With that the now four would head out of the pit and back up to the streets of the city.  The destination the slaver's guild.   As Darius harem is growing.<br/><br/>The clerk looks up at the group when they walk into the slaver's guild office.<strong>"How can I help you?  Are you wanting to put your slaves on auction."</strong><br/>