*slaps roof of car* (hjarrandi market day)

As the taskmaster it was expected that Rosemary would join the event and procure new slaves for the empire, he carried with him the wares from his latest crafting venture, gold chains, precious gems and tanned hides, his saunter careful and graceful as he approached Sirius. He disliked the male if for no other reason than daring to beat him in a fight, but kept his contempt to himself as he inspected the pen.

“Interested in buying something for Zeitgeist?” He purred at the large male, his white tail swishing behind him like a fish through water. He had kept close track of their one slave’s movements and knew she had taken a liking to Sirius. That was good in his opinion, if they had pups they would surely be large and may even inherit the male’s mutation without having to sully their Klein bloodlines with the by get of a slave.

He simpered and moved on, moving like a serpent to inspect the stall put up by the grey female, his ears flicking with interest. It was fine work, even he had to commend her, he walked by, feigning sudden disinterest to sniff at the alcohol that was provided at the event.

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