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Seer!
It was a pleasant surprise to be alerted by one of the slaves that were tending the market to a familiar figure looming in the entrance. He lifted his head from his task, carefully setting the leaflets of parchment aside and setting the quill down on the stone floor. He replaced the cap on the little inkwell, careful not to waste the precious commodity. Slender limbs unfolded to lift him from his belly, and he licked his chest a few times to ensure the fur settled nicely after he'd shaken some of the silt from his fur. Swift strides brought him to the entrance of the cavern, and the sunlight streaming in from outside. He offered a half bow to the Warlord as he approached, and a small half-smile. "Welcome back, Warlord. It truly is a pleasure to see you again." he purred, taking a moment to cast his gaze behind the man in search of the sapphire marked male that had accompanied him last time. However, it seemed to be a solo venture this time around. He could feel the keen eyes of his master boring into his back, and ignored it in favour of straightening his shoulders and sweeping his tail across his hocks. It tucked loosely back between his thighs immediately afterwards, but the quick act of bolstering of his confidence would keep him afloat for a little while. "I hope that Miss Idalia has served well as a handmaiden thus far, Warlord?" he said lightly, canting his tapered skull to one side slightly. He had been sad to see the emberling leave, having grown attached without even noticing. The regency in his blood prayed that the girl found a warm, welcoming home with the Warlord and his wolves, a wolf that had once been his was one he didn't want to see mistreated. She had been through so much, he hoped she wouldn't have to suffer any longer. Every night had been a danger for her within these stone walls, and he hoped she never felt that fear again, despite his complete lack of control in the matter. Switching gears, he bid the concerns from his mind in favour of tending to business. "How may I be of service to you today, sir?" he asked next, brimstone gaze drifting along the rippling musculature of the large man, searching for cues or hints in his demeanour or attire. STEP IN LINE, EVERYTHING WILL BE JUST FINE |