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

“Oh I like this one.” He purred. Thinking of how he could fit a golden leash around the man’s neck and the pups he would beget for future slaves. “I’ll offer one stag, still alive, to be killed at your discretion.” He grinned, his tail tapping slightly against the ground as he waited for someone to challenge his offer. It seemed the sturdy male was in the unfortunate position of being unwanted for the time being, although Rosemary preferred it to the bustle that some of the auctions seemed to inspire. Less competition was always welcome in his book and he was sure no one else would disagree.

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