Lets call it educational

It didn't exactly come as a surprise to Artorias to know that Seer had kept Zee tended to by handmaidens since before either Briar or himself had been born. This was the way of the Armada, he realized, and as Sirius had said, slaves have a function and a purpose. He had never heard from Briar nor seen her tended to by a handmaiden before, so he rationalized that the woman must have either been turned free or set to another job before he'd met Briar and before she could really meet her. It was a little relieving to know that the idea of giving a handmaiden to Briar wouldn't be such an outlandish concept, so perhaps the gift would go over smoother than he was anticipating.

Artorias listened to the materials and methods Sirius used when bartering with traders. Tools, raw materials, gems and currencies, supplies, anything with intrinsic value could be used. The young wolf nodded; that made sense. It would all come down to how expensive a slave was, he supposed, and what quality of wolf the slave was. He imagined they would cost a pretty penny, especially since he didn't intend to consider buying one that wasn't worthy of being someone Briar kept in her company at all times. No, as a Fatalis princess, she deserved only the best. "Hopefully they have some things worth our time."

Lumbering footfalls behind them made Artorias glance back, spotting the bear carrying their trading goods. He turned fiery eyes upwards, spotting the large form of Marshal just slightly above where Corbin glided smoothly in the air above their heads. Although he couldn't see him right now, Artorias knew Argent was somewhere in the woods near them; the little guy never got too far from him. Noticing their companions with them reminded Artorias of the lesson Seer had given him on knowing all of the resources available to him at all times. A little smirk pulled at his lips when he realized he was starting to notice things the way Seer pointed them out to him—the way an alpha would.

"Artorias Carpathius"