Markus was well known to buy slaves. He bought slaves that deserved freedom, having done nothing wrong in their life, and he bought slaves that had been owners once, that had treated others horribly and deserved to suffer.
Children always were a weak spot for him. They never deserved to be here, being sold as slaves. And whenever he could, he would buy them, to free them. This time, it was no different.
“As you can see, I can’t. Tell me your price.”, Markus said, impatient as he crossed his arms. Oliver did look over the girl though, worried about her. She didn’t seem to be too well, so he hoped they could help.