One of her last auctions for the day was a scarred, pale male. He was a touch ragged looking but she thought she could play off his scars as proof that he was battle tested. She wasn't quite sure she could get away with 'battle hardened' but she was willing to give it a shot depending on the interest the pale male garnered.

To draw potential buyers in, Valkyrie said in a loud voice, "Gather 'round, the next sale is about to begin!" She then sank back on her haunches and waited to see who would come. Azag's scars were sure to draw curious wolves in.

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So it was back to this. He had known one season of freedom before it was snatched away and he was returned to what he had thought he had escaped. The sun hurt his eyes and the robe bit painfully into the livid flesh of his wounds, so far it seemed no one was interested in him and he was at least grateful for that. Perhaps he would be freed if simply no one bought him. He could only hope. He moved like a wind vane in the stiff autumn breeze his paws aching from the cold and his pains seeming to be magnified by the humiliation of once again being sold like a piece of meat. His eyes were dull, and tired, almost shocked that after everything had gone so right they went wrong again. Speaking  Thinking You

Ashmedai browsed the slaves readily with a soft smile lingering on his face. He looked over to Valk's next market with mild interest. No one had gathered around yet so Ash figured he might as well be the first. He made his way slowly to the slave- a scarred man of sorts that looked dull and stiff. Ash hummed to himself for a moment. He wasn't entirely sure about this one.

"Whatcha know about him?" Ash asked Valkyrie. He didn't sit yet, since he wasn't entirely sure he was interested yet. Instead, he stood with a relaxed smile and  eyes that traced every detail of the captive, waiting to know more.

 

Ah, the pirate king. He'd been so spooked by his fight with her that Valkyrie was surprised he got as closer to her as he did with no witnesses around to save him should she bite again. Though it was likely an exaggeration or false characterization of his feelings it amused Valkyrie all the same.

Of course he had questions. "Very little," she answered truthfully before launching into a lie. "Put up quite a fight, this one did. It took four of my men to subdue him. He is a fighter, that much is clear."

She made a show of sizing Azag up before sniffing dismissively, "Do not put much stock into his presentation. The soul is easily bruised by captivity."

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Deathbelle hadn’t bought anything for herself the whole festival and she knew she was neglecting her duty. If she was going to be making gifts, she should gift to herself as well right? The specimen in question wasn’t anything particularly special, he wasn’t large by any means. Belle was sure she was taller even with his slumped form. She wasn’t sure about Valkyrie’s words as she spoke about what seemed a broken spirit. Still, he was nice to look at and the scars made his features more attractive. ”With all the loot you’re gathering, you may have need of a way to carry it all. Might I offer a small sled for him?” She knew Valk’s game by now. She was better off starting her bid at minimum standards.

 

Valkyrie's eyes slide sideways to Deathbelle after the Ashen queen made her offer. She was right. Valkyrie would need something to haul all of her goods in. She would need many things capable of holding and hauling, if she were being honest. This day had been good to her. Honestly she was tempted to keep one of these slaves for herself; someone would have to be haul all of her shit around for her, wouldn't they?

Caches were the way to go, but no one in their right mind would dig one out right here where the market had been. No, she would have to haul all of this stuff somewhere. Might as well make it easier on herself.

Valkyrie turned to look at Deathbelle. "Make it two and you've got yourself a deal."

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Valkyrie hesitated only slightly, probably to see if the offer might be bested but also to think about the Empress and her words. All of the vikings wares would need to be shifted elsewhere. With only another beat the band leader looked to Belle, almost accepting her offer but of course upping the ante. Belle’s lips pulled back, Valks words were no surprise. ”Only for you, Valkyrie.” She spoke with velvet tones as lilac eyes shifted to her prize. She hadn’t officially won him yet, but she would give the viking her two sleds, and he would belong to her. She raised a brow and looked back to the trader, waiting on her word.

The corners of Valkyrie's mouth rose minutely as Deathbelle agreed to the deal. Perfect. She would need the sleds to haul all of this off; a task that would have to be done quickly and that was near impossible to do without something to haul all of the goods off on. With these sleds she was off to a good start. Perhaps Inga could replicate them so the band would have more to work with.

She gave a satisfied nod, then said. ”Then you, my dear, have a deal.” Short, sweet, and to the point. Valkyrie gave Deathbelle a wry look then said, ”No doubt by now you are familiar with how this works. You have a max of three days to bring me what you owe me. Once I have my payment the boy is yours.