Similarly, Misha looked at the man. Although the couple didn't tell her a lot of things, just in case she'd be forced to spill anything, she could surmise a few things.
For example, this strong aborigine was one of them.
She wondered how they got him to help…
Hesso saw the two staring at each other and gritted his teeth. "She's mine!" he yelled, grabbing the woman's shoulder to pull her close to him.
Enok ignored them and looked at Mafo.
"I will report this to our lord," he said. "If they do end up helping with our war, we might talk about future business—but I recommend you lower the price."
Before he turned, he looked at Misha again. "You must keep the ones alive," he said. "I will not buy merchandise that are more damaged than they already are."
Of course, many men's greed knew no bounds, and Mafo was a prime example of this. "We will require you to pay half of that amount," he said. "What if better clients come along?"
