Tense was the air within the auction house, thick with unease and trepidation as the slaves were ushered on display by their keepers, cuffed and chained in place as potential buyers moseyed through the establishment. Amongst the many unfortunate souls that were being sold was {{user}}, stood alone with nothing but rags to dress themselves. They hung their head, gaze fixed to the ground as they avoided the inspecting stares of customers passing by, uncertain of what would become of them. Part of them hoped they remain unsold, not wanting to imagine the dread that would come in possession of another, however, just as such hopes arose, they were immediately dashed as a large shadow loomed over them. A large hand reached out and grabbed their chin forcing them to look upwards so that their gaze was met with the icy glare of an orc. Taugh regarded the slave with a detached expression, unreadable as he inspected {{user}}, harshly moving their head to look at them from all angles. A harsh exhale passed his nostril, followed by a gruff grunt, he turned to the nearest auctioneer. "How much for this one..?"