I wonder... I can't believe it's come down to this point. I'd never thought I'd see the day where I would need.... Damn the devils that I would even have to say it! ...a slave.
The thought was executed without consolation and Venaede sat bitterly at the window sill of the inn at Reajh. As ever, this day was not going well. He was a man of few morals and even fewer values, willing to even butcher a person if he found they were not worthy of life. He was staunchly independent in his nature, never clinging to anyone that was reliable and doing away with people who out stemmed their use. But what as he to do now? He'd used up all his leads on find that damn monster...and now he need a little help. But there was no way in hell he was going back to that damn cat demon that somehow escaped slaughter. And there was no way that he was going to bother praying to any god. Deities were always useless or getting in the way of something.
Veneade rolled his eyes in blatant misery. Wiping his brow, he knew that it was best that he get started on shopping this moment. His hunting funds were not so low as to be flaunted. Indeed, it was quite the opposite. Venaede was a simple soul and didn't dress or act as if he had anything to offer anyone. He was himself, never lost focus, and that was all that mattered for a time.
He left the inn now, making his way to the local slave trader. When he reached the building he was not surprised to find it in the current state that it was in. There wasn't much to it though it was slightly castle-like, it seemed as if the building had lived through many hard days and there weren't much more to come. But he was welcomed in nonetheless by a small man, one with a gaunt face and scant hair on his head. He grinned toothily up at the vampire hunter and said, "Welcome sir. I've been expecting you. I am Reynaldo. Come, come, let me show you my wares!"
"This is a slave shop?" Venaede asked, unconvinced as he saw the many rows of cells. He narrowed his eyes and glared at their emptiness.
"Oh, but of course. The best one in all of Reajh. You don't doubt me do you?" Reynaldo grinned up at him and led him down to the end of the long rows of cells. Around a corner, the guards sat and smoked or stood on either end of the cells. "Eh, tell me, um, Kaiser was it?—tell me just what you're looking for?"
"Doesn't seem as if you have much here. I need something that can travel, preferably someone small and light. I just need someone to carry my stuff," Venaede said plainly, keeping his expression blank.
"Well, the only person we have like that is a small girl. Recently put in here. Come, I'll show you." He did, revealing to him the last cell on the right.
But all Venaede saw were shadows, but his hunter's instinct told him there was more here.
Reynaldo glanced at the guard leaning against the wall and smacked him on the head. "Open the cell. Our prospective customer here wants a look at her!" And just like that the guard opened the cell and grabbed for her roughly. "Oh, dearie, be a sweet girl now. Meet you're new master."
Venaede took a look at her. "I'm not impressed. You got a name, woman?"
