Lets call it educational

Wandering into wildlands always felt like a breath of fresh air to the young wolf so often struck by wanderlust. Artorias loved the thrill of adventure and discovery, and every trip he got to take—from his diplomacy tour with Ulric to this new excursion with Sirius—felt like it fed his addiction to explore. They pressed northward, wandering out of the high grasses of Armada lands and into more wooded areas. He remembered some of this terrain from when he'd navigated it with Ulric. Their final destination, the Caves of the Past, were not a place he was familiar with, and as eager as he was to learn more of the slave trade, he was equally as excited to see the caves themselves.

Sirius detailed their objectives for the day. They would scope out what the market had to offer, both wolves and supplies, and seek to do some trading and purchasing if the prices were good. That all seemed pretty simple and straightforward. What took Artorias off guard however was when his mentor said he wanted the young wolf to make a purchase of a slave while they were there to learn how to haggle and how to do business in this theater. Artorias didn't know what to say; the boy just blinked in shock, slack-jawed while he tried to process what Seer had said. He was going to buy a slave today?! Well, that was one way to get firsthand experience!

Just as Art was racking his brain trying to think of what he'd even do with a slave, Sirius seemed to read his mind and reiterated that women enjoyed being pampered and having other girl friends for companionship, shooting a not-so-subtle smirk his way. Artorias' ears flicked back bashfully as a grin crept across his face. He thought of how Briar might react to suddenly being given a servant—but then he also thought how she had confided to him how she'd been lonely at home without him. Sure, she was trying to get closer to her siblings now, but maybe having a handmaiden to cater to her, pamper and indulge her, and give her someone to talk to and be with so she wouldn't be alone would be a boon.

"I can think of someone who might enjoy that," he said with a nod assent, casting a knowing glance sideways to his godfather. "What sort of things do you haggle with for a slave? Currency, treasures, supplies...?" Artorias had never actually done any real trading before. Being as out of the way as it was, the Hallows didn't exactly attract a lot of attention from merchants and caravans.

"Artorias Carpathius"