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

He chuckled, mostly ignoring her quip and focusing instead on her offer. “Why act as though you are the only one with access to the southern continent, hunting down there would be a welcome challenge for me, and it already sounds as though there are several goods I could procure there.” He purred, then flicked his tail. “Rather than settle for petrified bone, why don’t I offer you something greater; I offer a set of steel barbed bracers, such as mine, crafted to fit whomever you choose.” He purred. “I’ll also raise my offer by one musk ox.” He hummed, his eyes never leaving the blue eyes of his opponent. “Butchered, cured, skinned and preserved.”

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