What a skilled Bounty Hunter needed Resei knew.
A starfighter/ship, skills, good luck, an informer, and last but not least- someone to help him on a certain kind of missions.

That was what he was here for now.
He needed a beautiful, young Twi'lek with a lots of spirit to aid him in... certain missions involving old, rich, men...

He headed for the Slave Auctions.

Resei and Moirine entered the shuttle.
He could finally show his disgust.

"Those blasted slave traders! That blasted empire!"

He barely controlled his own breath, and Moirine stared at him in wide-eyed wonder.
He won control over himself again.
He unlcoked her chain, and threw it away, still muttering.

"Don't be afraid. I am not going to use you like those other bastards probably would...
In fact, you are coming with me to Mandalore, but first a short trip to Tatooine.
On Mandalore you will get basic training with knives and small blasters.
You will be my compain, not my toy!
You will help me with missions if I ask you, but exept for that, you're free to do as you want.
Is this OK with you?"

She stared in vain at him, thinking this was some kind of fancy lie.
He looked back at her, until she had to look away.

"OK, fine, I will do it..."

Instead of being kicked or punched for not being true to her master, she got an approval nod.

"Good. There is no point in distrust between us."

"You are serious," she said in wonder.

"Oh, thank you, my rescuer!" She jumped to her feet and gave him a quick kiss at his cheek.
He flushed.

"Now, let's go," he said.

The roar of the engines couldn't completely drown her joyful and free laughter.
Resei smiled.
He felt good.