News of the market, and a hint at what might be expected from its wares, had drawn Sirius from his duties in the pack. With a heads up to his Empress, he would make his way to the South in search of this rumoured event. He wished to know what he might bring back to the Ashen Empire, and to learn what was happening in the world outside their borders.
He entered the market, and his nose was assaulted with the scents of food, and alcohol, and misery. The last reminded him most keenly of the slave pens in the Ashen Empire, and he followed his nose until he found them. His first thought was this was a prize he might bring home, and his second was Zee, who’s friendship he had almost lost in doing so.
He considered it for a moment, and thought that.. Well.. perhaps Ashen might be a better home then what they would otherwise find out in the world. If he was doing the slave a favour, perhaps Zee wouldn’t bite at him so. He stopped by the slave pen, gave a nod to its attendant, and waited to see what specimens she might bring forth for him to inspect. He would also have to find out what she desired in payment for a slave.
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