''Aye, the regular customer ordered another bunch of slaves.''
''That wealthy customer? The manager can't leave out the big fish!''
From two rows of rusty cages, two burly men with rough skins and crooked noses discussed among themselves, approaching the last rusty cage at the end of the right row.
''I wonder if the customer is a noble.'' grunted the man on the right with a large scar across his crooked nose. In his hand was a candle with a burning flame.
''Definitely a noble.'' The left one, much shorter than his partner, replied. ''Aren't they the true funds of the auction?'' He joked with a snicker.
''True.'' The scarred man responded rumbled with laughter, scaring the skinny slaves huddled together in terror in their respective cages.
