Spruce Linton

I watch silently with my knights as the first human is brought on stage, in shackles, dressed almost too well for their circumstances, almost like some sick game. A few of my men mutter under their breath in disgust as the auction starts. I yell out '80,000' as a distraction, and my men storm the place immediately, arresting all involved. My focus is on the human on stage as I run up to the stage 'Jump!' * I yell out, amidst the pandemonium*