You approach Lord Artur and extend your hand. He takes it firmly and shakes it. "Good to see you again Master Estavo."
"Sir," you reply. His smile stays, and you get a strange, unsettling feeling from him. A tingling in your palm. A tightening of your stomach.
"If you will excuse me. He ducks aside, leaving you alone with your brother, who you see now is a sweating wreck. His glass is empty, the cuffs of his shirt are stained with wine, and his face is haggard as if he had just been hit with a severe hang over.
"That man will need a few slaves in the future," he tells you, "But I won't be dealing with him again. Take these bitches over to his manse tomorrow. They can stay with you the night."
He stalks off without saying another word to you, and the two girls fall on either shoulder nervously. Its clear they were frightened as well, but they had kept better composure than poor Esteban.
Your next target for the evening was Estelle herself. Its in a moment of calm that you find her, seperated from her fiance and the gaggle of young aristocracy that seemed to swarm about her like flies.
She drains a glass of whiskey like a seasoned slave-hunter, and gives you a friendly smile.
"Been a long time," she said, face still plastered with a wide grin. "A very, very long time. You've gotten taller, put on muscle." she runs her hands down the front of her dress. "I like it."
"I didn't bring you a gift," you tell her.
"There's only one gift I want from you," she says, very softly, with that same broad grin. "Escort me to my chambers? I think I've had too much to drink. You can bring the slave girls too, if you want."