this one's weird (Balsam sale)

 

Valkyrie watched apathetically as Inga goaded Balsam forward with a pointed stick. The diminutive climber had a cord looped around his neck like a leash. The loose end of it was weighed down with a large heavy stone. It wasn’t so heavy that he couldn’t drag it but the weight of it would keep him from getting anywhere quickly should he try to escape.

Once her captive was out in the open for the public to inspect, Valkyrie sat down and leaned languidly against the tree that marked her ‘stall’. For now she was content to simply let the curious circle but if any should approach she was ready to talk up Balsam’s many fine points.