Clattering feet, roaring train engines, chatting mouths. All the usual things of the bustling capital Codeame, when they are there by themselves at least, they were not now however. The sounds of locomotives rose in quantity, The volume of walking rose, as again, the quantity of those walking rose, and the voices became more and more urgent. Change was so very obvious in these times, for the people who remembered a time without it, the pill was a difficult one to swallow however, as much as it was forced. Mass Immigration was the catalyst of these changes, most subtitle of a change being that the gates were now practically always open, the guards of such growing bored of careful investigation of those entering, a deadly change indeed. But the time for this deadliness to take effect was not upon Codeame, it would not be for some time, and the day went on, with all of it's choking difference. A certain, practically bubbling, Noelit was not so concerned with it however. His walk was full of swaying hips, his ears a twitching mess, bumping against the corners of the ear holes in his flamboyant feathered hat.A fake wooden pipe held in the edge of his mouth, before being withdrawn as he pretended to let smoke out of his lungs. His joyous attitude was to be challenged very well, as it had not been in years as soon as he got to his destination. It was a place where Depression heavily pressed down on his own happiness, and cut apart any other "True" happiness, his ears drooped slightly, and he frowned. All around him were Shackled Humans, the majority of the population in this ugly corner of the city, other then the slaves there were those less then emotionally invested buyers, the ecstatic sellers, and law enforcers there to keep order. Sevrin was about ready to turn heel and flee back into his own bubble of happiness, before a voice reminded him of his own want for an actual live hat tester.. as well as the rather embarrassing suggestion of "Actual company" Mason.. Please, what kind of company do you think one of these.. individuals will be? Sevrin hesitated at calling those burdened with slavery as "Individuals." But as always, optimism gripped him. It however was not similarly so with his Demon. It's not as if you were able to sustain actual company before. Sevrin grumbled something unintelligible to himself before giving any sort of answer, this time outloud. "I suppose that's true.." Mason scoffed at the word 'suppose', but Sevrin paid that no mind as he walked up to one of the shouting slave traders, looking up at him, the person was a Dwarf, a silent curse came from the Noelit at their size difference. "Hello there, I have come here, most obviously, to purchase a slave, I have a very certain criteria I want filled, please do give me a male with a hair color that will contrast greatly from brighter hats and a muscular body that will be outlined well in tight dresses. Am I understood so far?" The Dwarf was not nearly as ecstatic now, instead he was staring at the Noelit with a blank stare, as if he was waiting for this shorter person to exclaim that it was all a jest and give him a face full of cream. But after a long silence between the two the Dwarf realized that he was serious. "Uhm.. right, of course I have a slave who.. fits those specifics.. uh, do follow me." The slaver commanded, walking down from his elevated spot, turning from the Noelit and walking exactly thirteen paces, before the two came to a line of slaves, them shoulder to shoulder. He stopped at the third one down, a towering (However hunched over) man with long black hair and a body that would definitely be outlined in a tight dress. "This Slaves' number is 1178, and his price will be three times that, I hope you are quite willing to pay." The Dwarf said, turning his back on the Human and towards Sevrin, who was already handing a coin purse to him. All that was done to check whether it was enough was opening the purse to see if it was even gold and then bouncing it up and down a bit. He grumbled. And walked around '78, disconnecting the slaves' chains from the iron post that bounded him. "He's all yours." Afterwards he walked off to continue to advertise loudly, and Sevrin looked up at the towering man. "So, I have had quite enough of this place, as I'm sure you have, so I say we get out of here right now." he remarked, turning on his heel, and with his fake pipe still firmly in his mouth he began to walk, just sort of expecting '78 to follow.