"That is insane." Laughed a short blonde man with a well defined brow. His eyes were green and he was dressed in wealthy clothing. "Who would pay that much for trash?" He was English.
"5,000 Glads!" Cried out the child near him. He had a simular appearance.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Hissed the Englishman, pulling the boy by the arm. "I did not come here to purchase anything. Especially, not a broken piece of rubbish. "
"I want them." Said the boy, giving him a stern look. His eyes were a crisp blue. "Kirkland, you owe me. You said if I behaved around your boss, you would get me something."
"Yes, a toy or a sweet, not two Soulless. Who is going to feed them and take care of them?"
"Soulless do not, have, to eat." The youth stuck out his tongue. "Stupid Drunken Wanker."
"6,000 Glads!" Yelled another man within the crowd.
"Do not speak to me in such a way. I am your father." He whispered, quickly flashing a look over to an elder gentlemen in a brown suit. He was heavy set and smoking a cigar not far from them. "If my boss hears you, I will..."
"You will what?" Sassed the child. "Tell my mother? Oh, thats right, you cannot, cause she was a soulless whore and you are a raging alcoholic."
"You little brat." Grumbled his father. "7,000 Glads!"
The youth smirked and folded his arms in satisfaction looking at his soon to be possessions.
"SOLD FOR 7,000 GLADS!"