A woman wearing a deep blue and purple armor ending in a short skirt that seems like it would blend in with the night sky pokes her head out of the crowd, slipping a small coinpurse unnoticed into her pouch. Her devilish tail lightly sways behind her as she holds up a rod that looks more like an extended mace.
"Ah'll g'yeh five t'ousand f't'bahd, lad!"
Her accent would have a Luskan hint to it, a small flash of red hair from underneath her hood, a visible grin. Those around her would likely give her dirty looks for raising the price as much as she did, possibly spreading rumors about what a Tiefling could even use a slave for.
((Milli would proceed to bid 1,000 more than any competition unless bidding exceeds 20,000. In case I'm not available))
"Ah'll g'yeh five t'ousand f't'bahd, lad!"
Her accent would have a Luskan hint to it, a small flash of red hair from underneath her hood, a visible grin. Those around her would likely give her dirty looks for raising the price as much as she did, possibly spreading rumors about what a Tiefling could even use a slave for.
((Milli would proceed to bid 1,000 more than any competition unless bidding exceeds 20,000. In case I'm not available))