Yes, and the short ride soon comes to an end.

The **** market is located in the northern outskirts of the city, far away from the walls and the main road. There is a guard station set up outside the entrance to protect against thieves and bandits.

When you arrive at the slavers market, you see many people in front of the building. You can hear the noise coming from within the building itself as well. It must be quite busy today.

''Stick close.'' You tell the two women. ''Don't speak, just guard me.''

You go inside and see a crowd of people packed in a small area. You can smell the sweat and dirt coming off of them, most likely due to all those people being criminals.

''Whoa...'' Melissa gasps as she looks around at the chaotic crowd.

''I said quiet, Melissa.'' You tell her.

''Sorry.'' She whispers.

You continue walking through the chaos, wandering around waiting to spit someone that might look like an important slaver.

You are found the one who's found first, though.

''Welcome, Prince Edmund.'' A middle aged black haired man wearing a fancy suit greets you.

''Oh?'' You smirk. ''You know me?''

''With all due respect, my prince... Who doesn't?'' The man tells you. ''I'm the head of the northern section of this market, Mr. Drelis.'' He introduces himself.

''Well then Mr. Drelis...'' You speak. ''I'm here to buy a ****.''

''I figured as much.'' The man laughs. ''What kind of **** are you looking for?''