11-23-2011, 11:42 AM
The horse plodded dutifully beside Amy, weaving through the mountain paths. She was glad to have arrived in such a diverse area. She'd passed the smell of one pack already, and Amy felt there would be more to come. With her goods she was sure to secure her position as the top merchant throughout the lands. If there was competition, well, lone wolves often disappear. She would be the only one they could truly rely on. Amy would be in control of the lands, without having to bother with stuffy subordinates.
As they went over a particular rough patch the wagon jostled, eliciting whimpering from the single passenger. Be quiet. Amy's words hissed, displeased by the slave's complaints. She was doing well for how long she'd been a slave for, but the girl constantly tried to escape, and complaints like that were common. Slaves were to be quiet. Breaking the girl of her tongue without beating her was difficult though. Amy was unwilling to damage her merchandise, forcing her to rely on other means.
Amy lifted her head, sniffing the wind. She was near a pack, but still far enough away that a patroller wouldn't chase her off. It was ideal, allowing her to set up shop without any threats. Cheerfully Amy looked around. She needed a flat place to display and make camp at. A rocky clearing would do for that. Moving in Amy unhitched the horse, allowing it to graze. She started a small fire, letting the smoke advertise her presence. Soon customers would arrive, and when they did she'd be ready. Samples of the merchandise was hung up. With care the slave was taken and tied up at the back. Those looking for it would see, while more sensitive people wouldn't notice. She was ready for business.
As they went over a particular rough patch the wagon jostled, eliciting whimpering from the single passenger. Be quiet. Amy's words hissed, displeased by the slave's complaints. She was doing well for how long she'd been a slave for, but the girl constantly tried to escape, and complaints like that were common. Slaves were to be quiet. Breaking the girl of her tongue without beating her was difficult though. Amy was unwilling to damage her merchandise, forcing her to rely on other means.
Amy lifted her head, sniffing the wind. She was near a pack, but still far enough away that a patroller wouldn't chase her off. It was ideal, allowing her to set up shop without any threats. Cheerfully Amy looked around. She needed a flat place to display and make camp at. A rocky clearing would do for that. Moving in Amy unhitched the horse, allowing it to graze. She started a small fire, letting the smoke advertise her presence. Soon customers would arrive, and when they did she'd be ready. Samples of the merchandise was hung up. With care the slave was taken and tied up at the back. Those looking for it would see, while more sensitive people wouldn't notice. She was ready for business.