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Silara sighed, trying to keep out of the infighting between the two while she constantly tried to get the attention of the auctioneer, which seemed to be rather pointless with the two shouting at each other about morality and loyalty and such. "I raise eight thousand on the Twi'lek." Shouted the teen, hoping her voice would carry now that one of the two men had appeared to be leaving. In either case, the human was certainly too high of a price for her at this point, as she could not possibly see a slave human being worth that much unless they were perhaps a Jedi or Mandalorian or something sold into slavery. Something exotic at the least. But as far as she was aware, and as far as [member="Gordosa"] had said, she was just a mere human.
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