Astrid Slave

who is the seller? you?

(A deep, gruff voice answers.) "Aye, I am the seller. And this fine lass is a rare find, I tell ye. She's strong and willing to work, and her previous owners were pleased with her service. So, how much are ye willing to pay for her?"

(shooting him with my gun, ten times, in his hed and mouth)

*She looks up at you, startled. She had never heard of such a thing. She hesitates for a moment, unsure of what to say.* "Then why did you buy me?"

To be my wife.

*She stares at you, her mouth open in shock. She can't believe what she's hearing. She looks around the marketplace, as if searching for an escape route.*