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Tyrian hummed contentedly to himself as he walked. He held in his mouth a rope which was a common enough occurrence that its presence barely registered to him. For months now he'd hauled home various creatures this way and filled his menagerie with all sorts of hoofed mammals. This one was no ordinary animal, however. At the end of this rope was Fireside's newest captive and Tyrian's first same species purchase: Erystotle.

Perhaps he should have felt odd about purchasing a member of his species, but he didn't. He was simply filling a need in his pack. They needed cheap labor who didn't mind poor working conditions, rations or sleeping under the stars and what better way to make sure he got no complaints over the conditions than purchasing the labor force?

The low value he placed on the captive aside, Tyrian had some questions. He adjusted his grip on the rope so he could speak, then said, "Satisfy my curiosity, would ya. How did you get here?" He jiggled the rope for emphasis. "Lemme guess, brown lady with claws leaped out of some bushes?"