Lets call it educational

Artorias couldn't help but feel a little proud at Sirius' compliment to his performance so far. He still felt very out of his element, but knowing he was doing a superb job of being polite and professional went a long way to boosting the boy's confidence. He was eyeing some of the exotic furs lining one of the stalls when the sound of Absinthe addressing them pulled his attention away. Artorias glanced up to find their host had returned with a new fae at his side, introducing her as Idalia. Instantaneously, Artorias was struck by how young the girl was. She couldn't have been older than he was, a good half foot shorter than him, with a slender and feminine build. Her coat was striking, looking as if the young woman had been pulled from the smoldering cinders of a wildfire, and her dazzling amber eyes seemed to mirror his, though a few shades darker. If Artorias' eyes were a live fire, hers were the wiping embers left in the wake of the flames. He blinked a few times to try and mask his initial surprise, unable to take her eyes off of her. He had asked for a good-looking wolf and Absinthe had delivered in dividends.

The wolf named Idalia bowed before him and Sirius, voicing her willingness to serve. Her voice was soft, melodic almost, and her behavior demure and rehearsed. How long had she been a slave for? Artorias found himself fascinated by her, intrigued by the mystery she posed to him. Absinthe described Idalia as one of their most prized servants, and the young brute could believe that. Taking a step closer, Artorias began to inspect Idalia closer, looking between her flame-kissed eyes and over the intricate markings on her delicate features. He moved around her side, inspecting her posture, her structure. She seemed perfect, checking every box he had mandated to Absinthe. His expression remained still and measured though, giving away nothing as Absinthe slipped seamlessly into the negotiation phase. This was where the real test would begin, and Artorias did not want to start off by letting his poker face slip.

"Tell me why she's one of your most prized servants," he asked of Absinthe, not turning his gaze away from Idalia. Artorias was indeed pleased by what he saw before him, but he had to know what made her so valuable, what she was capable of. After a moment of consideration, Artorias turned his gaze back toward Absinthe's bourbon-colored eyes. "I have a pristine crocodile skin and teeth, an assortment of hardened steels and rare metals, some jewelry found in nearby ruins, and several bottles of alcohols including Hallowed wine that can only be produced by my pack. Would this be acceptable to your employer?" Artorias glanced around the cavern briefly at the number of guards looking over the traders once more, wondering just who ran this operation. He already knew he wasn't going to leave without Idalia—he'd felt a connection with the fae as soon as he'd laid eyes on her—and he had a few more valuable things he could trade if Absinthe refused his first offer. Artorias didn't exactly know the going rate for a slave.

"Artorias Carpathius"