Wald was walked into a well lit room, a table was sitting in the center. Chairs surrounding it, with a woman and a man sitting at the table. The woman looked at Wald, here eyes were a bright gold, and ears tapered into a points. She gave a slow quark of the brow, and the gold shifted over to a black. It felt unnatural to the hunter, but he had heard of people like this. Biqaj if he was not mistaken, they were a strange people to be sure. "This is the fighter aye?" The woman was looking Wald up and down, appraising him as if he was a slab of meat.
The man gave a slow nod, he was older then the woman. He had a rough outward appearance but the way he spoke was more elegant. "Yes, this is the slave you requested." The man looked over to Wald, who stood still just feeling like he was an object right now.
The woman gave a look back. "And you say, he is obedient?" The Biqaj walked slowly to the Wald, after getting up from her seat.
The man gave a creeping grin. "Of course. We have all but destroyed his mind. Solitary, and forced to kill. Little food. He is not much more then a shell meant for the arena now." The man tapped the table, and the men flanking Wald walked to the side, allowing the woman to get close.
The Biqaj slowly moved into Wald's personal space, her eyes shifted yet again to a crimson color. "On your knees Wald." Wald gave a slow swallow, and let his legs collapse under him. He knelt in front of the woman, knowing he needed to obey the commands. This put a smile on the woman's face, as she walked off slightly.
Wald sat there waiting, not knowing what to do next. "Now, as we were discussing, 1000 should do right?" The large man spoke to the woman, as she was taking her seat.
"Ya know that is robbery. 500 I need to be able to gain the cost back."
The man extended his hand. "750"
"700 final" The woman grabbed hold of the man's hand, both of them shook hands. Taking out a sheet of paper, they pulled Wald to the table. They had a small bowl on the table, and the man took a knife out. They moved the bowl under his hand, and sliced a cut on his palm squeezing it. Dripping blood into the small vessel. It stung for a moment, before they moved the bowl back on the table.
The man took out a quill, and passed it to the woman. "Just need you to sign the contract, and hand over the gold." The woman gave a slow nod taking the quill, as she moved a sack of metal to the man. He placed it on a scale to weigh it, as the woman dipped the quill in Wald's blood. Slowly she signed her name, as the man nodded in agreement of the payment. He took the quill, the signed his name on a second line. It was a bill of sale like any other, needing a witness to the event. So two of the men also placed their names down.
The woman was handed a key, along with the bill of sale. She would then bring Wald into a direction down the halls. There was an exit to this prison after all, as the cold snow began to brush against Wald's feet. She tied a rope around Wald's neck, as the three got to a horse. He would be forced to follow here, Wald could see Rasul sitting on the back of the horse. The rope tied to the horse's reins to keep him from escaping. "Can't wait to see how you do in a real arena aye." Wald blinked for a moment, as he was forced to walk forward to the north. They would be heading to the nearest dock it would seem. The woman most of worked for a foreign arena somewhere on Idalos.