Isis followed Seth into the large tower she had seen from a distance, a place simply known as the Tower Market. Stepping in, it was an overwhelming assault on the senses as criers called out, trying to sell goods, whilst customers raced around, trying to be the first to offer a good deal. "At the top, you have the auction house. One must be rich, well-known, or hold a good title to gain access. Even then, you can still be denied." Looking up, she couldn't see past the first-floor ceiling and wondered how high it must have gone, how many floors existed for trade alone.
"Why is it so exclusive?" Isis asked, getting a chuckle in reply.
"Because it only sells the best of the best, which only the listed categories could afford. You name it, from exotic pets, rare ores, gems, ancient texts and even..." His smile fell, "Exotic slaves."
"Is there something that seperates a normal slave from an exotic?" Isis said, almost scared of the answer.
