Walking into the slave trade made him feel uncomfortable. Was this really a job fit for him? He clenched and unclenched his fingers around the neatly written note for his mistress. And what was an old man in a suit doing in a slave trade anyways? He made his way down the halls, trying not to make eye contact with any of the slaves. Whether they were giving him begging looks or killing glares, he ignored them all. It wasn't until he reached a certain section that he began to really look.
He looked back and forth from the instruction in his hands and the variety of cages and the slaves contained in them. "Um.....excuse me.....T-that one please." he stuttered as he pointed a wrinkled finger at Falsa. "On behalf my Mistress, I would like to p-purchase that slave..." he said as he gave another terrified look at Falsa.