<strong>Location: City Slave Pens<br/>Time: Early Morning<br/>Tags:Eriadora</strong><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Tarennar</strong> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132185.msg5898918#new)</span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>60/60<br/><strong>PP:</strong>147/150<br/><strong>AC:</strong>26 (flat 25, touch 14)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Detect Hostile Intent (110 minutes)<br/><hr/><br/>Tarennar strode through the Slave market with the easy assurance of one who knows both that they are too valuable alive to kill and that they could feel anyone trying to kill them from 30ft away. His plumed helmet and brightly colored cloak made him standout like a peacock among pigeons as he moved among the other, more soberly dressed, drow who had come to shop. That combined with his exotic white eyes below the blue crystal disk on his forehead made him instantly recognizable to those who kept an eye on the up and coming people in the city. As he walked he kept an eye trained on the various slaves looking for something interesting. He finally came to a stop in front of a cage of slave girls. There was something odd here...<br/><br/>Suddenly he had it, while most of the stock pushed forward to display themselves to him in hopes of being bought, one of the girls was kneeling in the back of the cage. This was not unusual except that this one showed nether fear nor despair. He summoned on of the slavers.<br/><br/>"I wish to examine that one more closely. Fetch her and bring her somewhere that I can inspect her without all these...<em>distractions</em>."