Slave for sale.

Yoko sat quitely in a cage not wanting anyone to see her. She looked out at the other slaves that were being sold, some were crying some scraming and others were trying to get out. They were the frist to be sold. Yoko thought if she stayed quite and hidden in the back of her cage no one would see her.

"How about this one here gentelman, Shes young and not bad looking. She's quite and has the hands of a house maid." A man said pointing at Yoko.

'Damn it...' she thought as she pushed herself into the far back of the cage olding her knees up to her chest. 'Just leave me alone...'

Neavera walked over to the auctioneer.

"Five. Gold. Coins."

He nodded and she took the girl's wrist.

"Come with me."

Yoko stayed quite and fallowed her.

'At lest its not a man...'

Neavera led her to the dark blue carriage.

"What's your name, girl?" she said, climbing in.

Yoko fallowed her not looking up at the woman as she spook. "My name is Yoko." she said in a dead sounding voice.

Neavera nodded.

"I'm Neavera. I run this city. Running away. Isn't. A. Good. Idea."

They headed to her mansion. ((OOC: I'll make a thread on the Roads))

She simply nodded and staired at her hands that were folded in her lap.