Ren took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing—making peace with the fire raging inside him. "So… you're the owner of these slaves?"
The boar beastman puffed out his chest, clenching his clawed hand. "Yeah, that's me," he replied, his voice wavering between pride and sarcasm. He glanced left and right, challenging the looks from the gathering market crowd. "But they're not just for sale!"
Ren raised an eyebrow slightly, as if tuning in to the arrogance in his voice. "Then…" he continued softly but with weight, "how much for them?"
A mocking laugh rang out. "What? Are you seriously asking that?"
Ren didn't move. His gaze remained steady, holding back the blaze. "I asked: how much for them?"
