Final Sale

Venom’s sharp gaze shifted from the little slave girl back to her master as she posed her question and she could see the shift in his expression. Then he named his price, though he was quite vague when he simply uttered armor and weaponry. Venom tilted her head curiously. Ashen was no poor pack, and they could afford to pay a simple price as that, but how far did he need her to go? Did he want to arm a whole legion or just what he could wear himself?

"How much are you looking for? Enough to arm and defend yourself?” She asked her question, wondering if the girl was even worth much more than that. She could tell that the slave herself was becoming tired, and was not treated well as her stomach growled and she looked ready to take abuse and punishment. Venom waited for the scene to play out.

"Venom"