What in petching Mizahar was this women on? He almost chuckled incredulously to himself. What could a Dynasty Brat possibly want with a slave like this? She had obviously not been 'broken in'. At least not successfully. This person would make a horrid house servant, he pondered to himself as he tried to figure the woman's logic. Perhaps, she meant to use this slave in a less than usual position as well? Hmm...if that was the case, and they were both of the same mindset. She would be a challenging one to beat here. He was almost certain she could outbid him in the long run.
Perhaps that was the key to success here. Don't piss her off with these normal bids. And bidding quickly to try and discourage her that way did not seem to have any effect either...hmmm. How high could he go? Quinn really didn't want to go above 600 mizas. Especially since he wanted funds at the end to be able to dress his new slave in much finer clothes than the shyke rags they dawned her with currently. He did have the slave he brought in as well. That one was worth a couple hundred mizas at least.
Perhaps one more bigger bid would do the trick? After a somewhat long pause, and with another raise of his hand, Quinn decided to go all in that he could. "750 gold mizas!" Quinn shouted loudly. The smile on the announcer was plain to see. The man was probably shocked people were bidding at all on this fiery one, much less driving the price so high.
With a smirk on Quinn's face, he turned around and stared back at the women whom he had been going back and forth with. Hoping against hope, his last bid and hard stare were enough to bluff her into backing down. What you going to do now darlin'? He thought quietly to himself as he rocked his bow back and forth nonchalantly waiting for her response.
Perhaps that was the key to success here. Don't piss her off with these normal bids. And bidding quickly to try and discourage her that way did not seem to have any effect either...hmmm. How high could he go? Quinn really didn't want to go above 600 mizas. Especially since he wanted funds at the end to be able to dress his new slave in much finer clothes than the shyke rags they dawned her with currently. He did have the slave he brought in as well. That one was worth a couple hundred mizas at least.
Perhaps one more bigger bid would do the trick? After a somewhat long pause, and with another raise of his hand, Quinn decided to go all in that he could. "750 gold mizas!" Quinn shouted loudly. The smile on the announcer was plain to see. The man was probably shocked people were bidding at all on this fiery one, much less driving the price so high.
With a smirk on Quinn's face, he turned around and stared back at the women whom he had been going back and forth with. Hoping against hope, his last bid and hard stare were enough to bluff her into backing down. What you going to do now darlin'? He thought quietly to himself as he rocked his bow back and forth nonchalantly waiting for her response.
QUINN