Azmyth yawned and rested his hands behind his head, he walked on following the old hunched freak looking like a decrepit old man the troll had promised the young man a treat for completing a large portion of his demonic training."You didn't tell me we'd have to go all the way into towns for this old man, what are you planning?"
He frowned as they stopped at an old wooden door, it was opened before them as they entered,
"Keep your mouth shut child, your breath smells like blood still. Azmyth twitched and pouted stuffing his hands in just vest pocket and looking around, he could see the cages, with frail and somewhat decaying bodies in them 'a slave market?' he thought to himself, he'd been ignoring the bargaining between the two old men but his eye caught on a beautiful young girl over in the corner,
"Hello"
He smirked looking down at her, not taking his eyes off of her he called out to his master,
"HEY, OLD MAN!"
The men joined him, the balder one trying to talk her up,
"Shut up already, I've made up my mind"
