Amy looked over with sharp eyes, hand moving to her weapons. This was a barren land. Few roamed here, and those that did weren't trusted. Amy wasn't exactly someone to trust. She might be honest in trade, but that was the only place in her life where it touched her. Everything else was free game. Her eyes roamed over the black male with suspicion, wondering why he was approaching. She might be heading out to trade again, but she wasn't in the usual territories yet.
Pulling the horse to a halt she stood at it's head, watching the girl that dragged behind him before her eyes returned to assess the threat. I am. Do you need something? Her words were polite if cold. Amy didn't see anything on him that could possibly be traded. Just the girl. Amy wasn't interested in picking up another slave at the moment though, simply preparing for her trip to cross the lands again. She had others who could help her already.
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