<div class="floatright">(https://ist5-2.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/7/c/a/g/7cagJ/Slave%20Girl%201_l.jpg)</div>Girl listened as the slaver and house mistress and the very large imposing minotaur haggled over buying her.   Back and forth they went.  She would not raise her head, instead stealing glances at them out of her peripheral vision.   She prayed the drow mistress would be the one.   The minotaur seem of no house, and the mistress of house Baerne.   A powerful house of the city and drow people.  She would be protected as a slave of such a house.   Not like the weak house she had belong to before, that had her fall into this predicament when the house itself fell.<br/><br/>Dakmir would win the haggling and gain the slave at a cost of 500 gold pieces.   Leaving him with a gain of 150 gold pieces left in the small coin sack the half elven drider had given him.   Whether or not he has made a enemy is unknown.  As the drow mistress turns and stalks off in defeat.  Her house guards also turning and following her.<br/><br/>The slaver motions for you towards a table.   As the wretch emancipated  elf slave of his puts a leash on her and drags her over.   Near the table is a branding fire.    The slaver speaks;  "Draw your mark upon the sand on the table.   The mark you will have branded on your slave to show she belongs to you."<br/><br/>The slave whimpers, as she knows the pain of branding to come.   Her gaze has lifted and her gaze meets yours.   Frustration and dejection fill her eyes.   She is not happy you have won and has purchased her.   Surely you must be better then a drow.