Last Minute talk with the Slaves

Location: Ruingate-Slave Compound

Characters Involved: Darcy, Korit, Tyson, Jarven

Tyson has been here for ages, doing a few more...interviews...and such...No healers! Its driving him insane, and in fact, he's looking like he's about to pull his fur out. "good for nothing, lousy woodlanders" he mutters as he walks along the cages.

Jarven has come back to the slave compound, the noble is idly doing the rounds again, viewing what is on offer and up for sale as he explores. The blonde marten idly enjoying himself in tormenting those awaiting sale by descriving the sorts of locations they could wind up in.

Darcy is getting very good at just ignoring the vermin on the other side of the bars. She's far back in the largest enclosure, stretched out on her back next to the wall. Her hands are folded behind her head, gaze turned upward toward the cloudy sky.

Jarven stops Tyson as he stalks past. "Problem Tyson? You seem to be unable to find what you are looking for? What could you want out of a woodlander? Beyond base labour skills?"

Tyson looks over to the marten. "Yes...That doe..." he points to Darcy. "Wont stop ignoring me, And none of these beasts dont seem to have any healing Skills" he says. "I need a bloody healer!"

Jarven smiles, "Oh? Well if you want to talk to it, just get the guards to drag it up here. Is what I did."

he signals to one of the guards. "Tyson here wants to view the hare."

Since they were balled up together the night before, Korit is still stretched near to Darcy. One of her arms is being used as a pillow and the squirrel seems to be asleep, tail rested over top of the doe's legs.

Tyson Glances to the guards. "I...never thought of that..." he hrms. "Apparently my Temper is shorter then I thought..." the ferret frowns some. "Ah...well, will work i suppose..." he sighs. "Dont...and I mean dont...hurt her..." he glares at the guard before...peeeeering into the cage.

The guard nods, and unlocks one of the gates to the enclosure, stepping inside. He heads toward

Darcy, nudging his boot into her side to get her attention. With a grumpy noise the doe sits up, and is pulled up to her feet, stumbling a little at the jerk and trying to avoid stepping on Korit. She's pulled up to the front of the cage, and rubs at her face, scowling at Tyson and Jarven. "What."

Jarven spots Korit for the first time as he sees Darcy being pulled over and his ears perk. "Bring the squirrel too.." he says, clutching the bars and peering through, "I wnat to look at it."

Bah! The squirrel maid is disturbed when her 'bedmate' - cause the ground is a bed, yes - is dragged up away from her. Korit lifts somewhat as if wanting to follow but she stays where she is, with her legs curled off to the side and an uneasy expression on her face. She huffs, right before noting the way that Jarven looks at her. The girl shifts backward instinctively, scowling and then going to move to the far corner. Crud.

Tyson sort of hrms a bit. "So...Are you still going to ignore me or not?" he asks simply. "I really only have a few questions" nod. "So...Whats your name?" Looks like he forgot over night. then he glances to the squirrel but Darcy gets his attention.

Jarven asks, "It's Darcy, remember? Her buck was bawling it all over the square the other night." He dismisses Darcy for now, focussing on the pretty little thing. "Bring her forwards as well." he orders the guards."

Darcy's ears lay back, expression foggy and annoyed. "Darcy, yes," she mutters. "And he wasn't /bawling/. What do you want?" she aims at Tyson.

Tyson looks surprised. "What? Ah...yeah...right..." he looks like he pities the doe quite a bit before he sighs. "Look. I want to know if you know any beasts in these cages who are good with healing...Please..."

Darcy's nose twitches. "/I'm/ a healer," she mutters.

Jarven turns his head, oh dear Darcy's price just went up as did the marten's priority in buying her.

Woodlander slaves always prefer a woodlander healer. "Well" he snaps at the guards, "Bring me that squirrel."

The guard releases Darcy and moves to Korit. "Get up," he gruffs at her, reaching to catch the squirrel by the forearm and haul her up.

Tyson eyes the hare before smiling a small bit. "Then I guess I'll have to save my money for when The bidding goes to you..." he sighs before rubbing his eyes. "Thank you" he nods slightly. "Darcy...What else can you do besides Heal?" he asks before looking up. "dont hurt her" he mutters a bit too loudly before looking back do Darcy.

"I can drink you under a table," is Darcy's reply. She glances over her shoulder, attention on Korit with a slight frown tugging across her muzzle.

More abuse. Why? Korit doesn't appreciate this much and she tries to strain back against him when she is caught by the forearm. Still, there's little a small female can do against a big brute, so she is hauled to her feet easily enough, stumbling slightly. When she tries to get away from him, the squirrel gets a fist on her scruff and then she has to either walk along in front or be dragged. Both of her hands go out to brace against the bars as she is slung in that direction. Erf.

Tyson laughs. "ah...If I win, then we'll have to try that sometime..." he laughs, but his eye's venture to

Korit as well. "Hm..alright then...Where you from hm?" he then /frowns/ at the guard. "Dont...Hurt her...I said" he says. "Slaves are no good hurt..." his eye glares...

Jarven says, "Aye he has a point, don't hurt it," he looks her up and down and nods his head, "I approve of this one, I do like blonde critters, so rare" he idly examines his own blonde paws and grins, "Two very fine beasts.""

Darcy shoots the guard a look like she just might kick him or something. She steps sideways, hand out to catch Korit's arm lightly and steady her. "You okay?"

Tyson's eye shoots to Jarven. "Her...Not It..." The ferret doesn't look at All impressed by the guard nor the marten. "And you will have to win either of these, so don't be counting your slaves before you have them..." nod before looking back to Darcy.

"I'm fine." Korit states to Darcy, before her hands slide up along the bars to end up above her head instead while leaning forward. She gives Jarven an intense look, pale lashes standing out against dark eyes as she sets her forehead to one of her slim arms. "Mossflower. Southern region." She

states in return to the ferret, but doesn't take her eyes off of the marten for a moment.

Jarven smiles at Tyson, "Oh hush Tyson, they are slaves i'll call them what ever I want." he looks at

Korit then, "So.. squirrel. What skills do you have? Or are you one of those uneducated woodlanders who I can turn into something useful?"

Darcy's dark eyes move back and forth between Tyson and Jarven. Her mouth quirks in a little smirk.

"So are you done with me? I'd like to lay down again," she aims at Tyson.

Tyson frowns and then glares back to Jarven. "Her...Just because thay are slaves, doesn't mean you can call them a thing" he eyes him, starting to get a tad annoyed, which is showing now, quiet clear.

"And this is why I hate slaving" he grumbles before looking Back to Darcy before nodding. "I'd suggest you get as much Rest as you can. If you do get won by somebeast else, you'll need all the rest you can get..." he gives a small...smile...before nodding. "Thank you" And Now he's focusing on Korit.

Darcy snorts. "I don't need your advice. Or your defense. Sod off, why don't you."

Tyson Smirks. "Indeed" he replies to the Hare. "Juuust go lie down" Nod. "Your friend will be fine, so you dont need to worry" And he chuckles a bit. "I Like her..." he says quietly to himself.

The maid looks apprehensive while she answers. "I'm not a healer, but I know some. We all have to in my village." Korit offers before straightening up again and folding her arms across her chest. A look is given to the ferret briefly, then back to Jarven. Why are they even /trying/ to sell themselves and their

skills? The girl huffs. "I can kill a man." Is what she thinks to say next. "With an acorn." Odd to hear this from a petite blonde.

Jarven tsks and frowns at Tyson, the tod really is a weird one. He turns his attention to Darcy and grins, admiring her as she leaves before turning back to the squirrel. "Really? Quite the skill there.... one i'd have to train out of you if I did purchase you."

Darcy grips one hand against a bar, muzzle leaned in toward Tyson, between two of the vertical poles. If she had fangs, they would be visible now. "You're the /last/ one I'd want to be bought by. And you're obviously to /cheap/ to afford either of us anyway."

"It can't be unlearned. It's there at birth." Korit states to Jarven before giving him a smile. Her tail has curled up behind her, settling in something of an S upon her back. "I'm sorry." She's got a bit of pluck to her, it would seem, despite everything.

Tyson sort of rubs his neck. "I miss my collar...That thing was nice..." he mutters. "Well Jarven...If you win, I'm sure she would" he smirks a bit. "But my question is, just...how much do you want her? Can it be more then my Desire for a healer? Heh...heh...heh" he grins a bit.

Darcy gives a little growl of frustration and turns from the front of the enclosure, moving toward the back wall while the fur at the back of her neck bristles up a little.

Ew. They're going to collar her. One of her slight hands goes up to her pale throat as if imagining it there before she scowls. Well they've already branded her forearm. It can't be any worse than that. The blonde goes to turn away from them to head back with Darcy, giving one last glance to the two vermin.

Jarven smiles at Tyson, "We'll see, we shall see. now I have some business to see to. So I will speak to you all later at the auction."

Tyson nods slightly. "I'll see you there" he glances to the Marten before the beasts are placed back in the cage. "You know something, Darcy...I like you.." he smirks. "I like your attitude. To be honest...I have no idea how or why you ended up being enslaved..." he hhmrs. "You really shouldn't be here...Ah well..." he sighs before starting to Inspect a few more slaves.

Darcy slips down to be seated, and crosses her legs. She pats one of her thighs. "Here.. more comfortable," she offers. "Anyway, at least we're girls. Small girls. So we won't get stuck with .. heavy labor or something."

"Are the other options so much better?" Korit states while rolling a little to half push up onto her elbow. She goes to crawl forward to settle her head comfortably on the doe's thigh. Soon her eyes close and she sighs, ears back. ".. maybe I'll make a good pet."

Tyson Frowns. "Pet...Bah" he says loudly. "Pets...not a good thing to be..." aaaand he gets annoyed enough to beat the bar and turn to leave. "pets...pets my tail..." Stalking and eavesdropping on a private conversation.