Ron nodded slightly and began to look around.
The interior of the trading post was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside. The space was divided by iron bars into dozens of cages of varying sizes, each containing different kinds of alien race creatures.
"Are you interested in ordinary servants, combat slaves, or perhaps test subjects?"
The chubby merchant asked tentatively, his eyes darting around, "We have everything you might need here."
"I need a slave to serve as a Magic Potion Assistant," Ron stated his purpose directly, "and I am also interested in learning about other types of slaves."
"I think I understand your needs, sir." The merchant became somewhat excited, jogging a few steps to lead Ron:
"However, let me first show you our latest stock."
He guided Ron through rows of cages, continuously introducing the traits and uses of various alien races along the way, as if he had a kind of boastful desire to showcase his merchandise.
