His purchases

“Now.” The lord commended in a cold voice, making the slaver jump and limp over to the far wall, taking off three long leashed collars. He walks over to the first girl, the one next to the wildling and opens the cage’s door.

The tall man was tapping his cane all the while, examining his purchases in turn. The girl about to taken out by the slaver was redheaded, muscles stretching underneath skin, taunt as a bowstring. His eyes moved over to the next one waiting patiently next to the two sisters. She had auburn hair, an empty look in her eyes. He turns around to look at her just as the slaver lets out a sharp cry, falling onto his back again. The redhead was trying to run!