"Yes, it was terrifying." Blanca added. "We were hiding in the farm shed; we thought they would find us, and... you know, these men are so vicious. We saw what they did to other people in our village. Terrible things, milady. We have no choice but to flee and, um, look for shelter."
"It must have been disastrous," said the woman, placing her arm around Blanca's shoulders. Which earned Elfar a knitted brow. He knew exactly what Blanca's plan was; it was not hard to guess, so he asked the leader of the auction house. "Milady, do you mind telling us the year and months? We peasants aren't allowed such knowledge, at least if you tell us before the auction…"
"Silence! You aren't allowed to talk when you aren't asked, young man."
Wow, the woman hated his guts. He thought to himself.
"Sorry, milady," said Elfar. A young man? Nobody ever addressed him as a man; he isn't a young man either. Well, he wanted to welcome the notion, but it made Mora roll her eyes, so he stopped himself.
