Shoyler frowns and sighs a bit as he listens closely. It sounded like these slavers were particularly nasty pieces of work. It'd be dangerous, as Magtok warned. He'd need to be prepared. Yes, sir. I understand. Is it possible I be provided with elegant clothing or something like that? I could pretend to be the father of some far off Prince, eager to gather as many slaves to work as servants for his coming-of-age party. The ruse worked before when I was to infiltrate a Castle. Though we were disguised as slaves to enter, not... Uh... Not the buyers... Er... Sorry. I tend to rabble... My apologies.