"Hello, are you looking for something?"
The fat man with the mustache asked, it was immediately obvious to the group that he was the slave trader.
His eyes scanned their clothes once more, looking for any sign of wealth that could mean a big purchase. The greasy smile on his face widened as he stood aside, gesturing toward the wooden doors of the compound behind him.
"Ah yes, we're here to browse."
Bernia calmly replied.
She kept her voice completely even, showing no emotion at all. She wore the perfect mask of a wealthy merchant, hiding the intense disgust that was currently boiling inside her stomach.
The fat man nodded his head, then pointing at the structure behind him—
"I'll walk after you."
He said that with a smile on his face.
He bowed slightly, a fake gesture of respect that didn't match the heavy, unwashed scent that rolled off his expensive silk clothes.
