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Moros stopped as the movement to his right caught his eye. A naked human boy collared and shackled. He kept his face as stone as he looked the male over. So far this was the most promising prospect. However he wasn't certain he liked the look of the elf holding the chain.
He knew full well it wasn't proper to be the one to show interest. He would let the seller come to him. It wasn't as if he had to make his purchase today. Taking his time to peruse the market, that was symbol enough. One could tell, he'd heard, by how well you chose your slaves. Honestly he just wished that he could slip away from the society he lived in.
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