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Sirius



Sirius

"Warlord"

The Hallows
High Councilor

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (275)

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Dire wolf
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06-22-2020, 04:51 PM (This post was last modified: 06-22-2020, 05:26 PM by Sirius.)


The Warlord looked at him incredulously. At the monumental audacity of his ask. He let his gaze flick from slaver to slave, and back again.

Well he was not above owning slaves, he considered the position a stepping point. A place in which wolves are expected to better themselves and rise. Then there was the other matter, that which Borias asked for. Seers first and greatest responsibility was to his pack. "If you wished to trade for a slave, that is one thing. I could offer you fine coats from the flesh of great beasts. I could offer you strange devices discovered in explorations, or cleverly made medicines."

He rose to the full extent of his height, looking down at the other wolf with stern disapproval. "My members are not a commodity, and if you ever ask for them in trade again, you will find yourself in Sevens position." Another, slow breath, hiding any anger the slaver's words had installed in him. "You will not trade with any other members of my pack, now or as a band master" he said thinking of Zee and how she would have reacted if she had been here in his stead. Borias would have been lucky to leave with his life. The Warlord doubted he would have left with his freedom. "And in return I will offer you a measure of my strength in the creation of your band, but in whatever way I see fit." He was one of the greatest fighters in this land. Even a measure or his strength would serve the slaver well. He fell silent to allow the other a chance to digest his words.

"Speech"