Tell her to take down her veil

"I don't negotiate with people I can't see. Take off your veil and tell me who you are."

With only the slightest hesitation she removes her veil. It has been your experience with free women that (the pretty ones at least) are not bound by the social norms which dictate that proper Ladies do not show their faces to strange men.

This unexpected visitor is no exception, and you suspect that quite a few young gentlemen had made fools of themselves just for a chance to gaze upon this woman's features. You did not intend to fall into that cadre.

"My name is Lady Relia Kiriakolis." The elegant woman announces as if you should have heard of her. "I can pay you in gold if you fly me from this city. Show him." The slaves put down the chest and raised its lid. The chest was full of gold and silver coins - Wernian Ducats, Thebian Talens, and Athenian Bars were mixed with other coins you do not recognize. Unfortunately, you know that that payment in gold won't work.

"Swiftwing may be able to carry both of us, he is strong and young, but every pound of extra weight slows me down and makes my escape even more difficult. What is to keep me from just taking the gold and leaving you here?" It does not look like the three of them would be much of a fight for even an unarmored Rider.

"Oh, please sir, you must not! You do not know what these men would do if they caught me! You can see that I am beautiful - I could be put in chains and sold like a ****." You noticed Relia's **** girls exchange an amused glance, they guess that you know quite a bit more about the capture and enslaving of women than their mistress does. Both her slaves were pretty; the blonde was thin - not much on top but with delicate features and long sleek legs. The brunette was more curved, with full breasts and flaring hips. Either or both of these pretty slaves would probably sell for more than the proud Lady Relia once they reached the auction block.

The smell of smoke was rising from outside and the war cries of the warriors were mixed with shrieks from terrified men and women. You hope the drake-wires are cut before the fight reaches this upper chamber.

"Close and bar the door," you tell the slaves before turning your attention back to the suddenly less confident freewoman. "I can't use the gold; how else can you pay me?"