"This little one doesn't count; consider it a gift."
The Slave Owner was shrewd. He detected the shift in Tiffany's emotions. Giving away an infant no one wanted in exchange for goodwill was a transaction he was willing to make.
Lance showed no significant reaction and continued onward, observing the children in the cells.
There weren't many children, only about a dozen, mostly between five and ten years old. Having been abducted, they all seemed cowed by the harsh environment.
He casually picked five more who had sound limbs and normal reactions.
By the time he reached the third level, the conditions had improved slightly. Most here were held in individual cells, not for any particular reason, but simply because they were more expensive.
