The dwarf lives until we find a cock merchant (Orthos sale)

 

The next captive on the block was a pretty, pampered thing. It was clear he'd lived quite comfortably in the lap of luxury, his lips firmly clasped to the teat of privilege. He was quite the looker and funny to boot, but as much a pet in Valkyrie's mind as the two dogs she'd sold already.

"Stand here, churl," she commanded sternly, giving his rope a tug to pull him in place. The heavy weight he was tied to would keep him from getting anywhere quickly so Valkyrie kept little more than a lazy gaze on him.

She woofed to grab the attention of the bidders who no doubt still lingered from the other sales. "Gather, bidders, the next auction will start shortly!"