Faer entered the Center, only to be accosted by a myriad of smells and sounds enough to make him pause. Many cages had occupants, some stared at him balefully, obviously giving up hope of being found an owner. Others backed away from him cautiously, afraid they would be chosen. But one, he saw, did not look at him at all, rather, had her head in her hands crying.
'She must be new here,' he thought sympathetically, for none of the other slaves shed a tear. They carried on conversations from cage to cage, but not a single other wept as she did.
He examined the girl as he slowly walked closer. A man approached him, obviously the purveyor of the Center. Faer asked a few questions about the girl, and nodded as he received quick answers and a sheet with information about the girl. He noted the girls charms and an eyebrow rose slightly,
Does she sing, or play an instrument? he thought.
He filed the information away for later though as he knelt down and got as close to her as the bars would allow. The squat man watching closely, hoping to make a quick sale.
"Hello," he called quietly.
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