Such eager confidence was refreshing to Kelmar, and it would likely prove helpful in providing a convincing facade. "Good," he conceded, "then everything should go smoothly."
With permission received from Valerius that she would be available should she ever be needed, Kelmar nodded gratefully. "I doubt I will have need for her after tomorrow, but if I do I'll ask for her assistance." It hadn't escaped the agent's attention that Valerius had not asked Tuuli whether she was okay with him volunteering her, but that was to be expected. As for whether she was really okay with it, both helping him and being Being completely under Valerius' control, that wasn't Kelmar's business. That was Ravok, and so long as her power was his to use for the time being that was all that mattered at the moment.
Not that Tuuli seemed to mind very much. She'd been wearing a soft smile ever since she'd entered the small room, and it appeared genuine enough, unlike the forced smiles Kelmar had so often seen on comely slaves of other houses. She must be really happy - well, content - under the Nitrozian house. Her reply was polite and concise, in keeping with the rest of what Kelmar had taken from her. It would be interesting to see how Heldora reacted to this slave, being a woman of poor origins herself and still brushing along the line of poverty, not to mention her outspoken (comparatively) attitude.
"Indeed, let's," Kelmar replied, standing. "I would offer to shake your hand sir, but I'm sure such a business-like gesture is unnecessary for a deal of this nature. Regardless, I look forward to working with you Mr Nitrozian." He walked over to the door, taking the handle and turning back to the two of them. "I look forward to working with you as well, Tuuli," he told the slave. "I will be counting on your help."
With that, Kelmar opened the door and walked into the main room of the Silver Sliver. His eyes scanned the surrounding customers for anyone paying too close attention to his exit, but none seemed to be. Mugs were drained and tankards emptied as the night continued, with few of the patronage paying any attention to the agent. Satisfied that there was no cause fo suspicion, Kelmar left the tavern and began his brisk walk back to his loft, hugging the shadows and softening his footsteps just in case.
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Fall 21st, 512 AV
The Slave Market
Long strides carrying him into the open pavilion, Kelmar looked around at the unfamiliar area to try to gather his bearings. Various metal poles rose from the very floor itself, shackles and manacles hanging from them and keeping dozens of slaves chained in place, some struggling against their bonds futilely and others simply hanging limply in their chains, defeated. Broken wills and those that needed to be broken were scattered around the location, their clothes varying from decent to rags. In the center of the pavilion was an elevated stage, a select slave being showcased for everyone visiting. All over, people were bartering and perusing the specimens available, most with utter indifference towards the situations of the slaves themselves.
This was one of those places the Kelmar had never been to as a kid, and his parents had taken him all over the city to acquaint him with the various aspects of life he'd need when he matured. For some reason, they never saw fit to bring him to the market, despite being regular customers there themselves. The agent never questioned why, it was not important, though he wished he'd at least done some research on the place so that he would know who to talk to.
"These slaves aren't treated right."
Heldora's voice caught Kelmar's attention, and he turned to face his old associate. Her brown hair had been combed straight and she did her best to clean herself up for today's operation. The clothes she wore were pressed - quickly - and as straight as could be, and she'd scrubbed her face particularly hard that morning to clear away all the dirt, leaving behind a slight pinkish hue. It was all of her own volition mind, Kelmar didn't say a thing, such was her dedication to a job well done. She'd never pass as a slave owner, but as a servant to a slave owner she fit the bill just fine.
"How do you mean?" Kelmar asked. "Their masters can treat them however they see fit."
The young woman shook her head. "I'm not arguing that," she denied, "I'm simply stating that these slaves aren't in the best condition. A downtrodden slave is unenthusiastic and lacks energy, and an unhealthy slave is weak. Just glad that I'm not chained up here."
Nodding, Kelmar's eyes wandered around the pavilion, looking for Tuuli. She should be here, and though she wasn't essential the plan her presence would help enormously.