guillotine & a razorblade
you're invited to the Underground Market!
There was something about the emptiness of the man's expression that was just as unnerving as if he had been threatened from the offset. Perhaps it was the inscrutability, and the fact that beneath the cool expression the larger male could be plotting Absinthe's violent demise. Shifting his weight ever so slightly, he widened the alignment of his forepaws in cautious preparation for an attack. Without much movement beyond the slight movement of dark fur as the breeze passed over him, the titan kept his mercurial stare focused upon the scarred male's face. "What wares?" he grunted the inquiry with little interest in frivolities or propriety. Perhaps it was best to adjust his tactics. This didn't quite read the same as outright impatience and anger, instead the man seemed to speak sparingly and with direct intentions behind his words. "Furs, adornment, preserved foods and delicacies, crafting supplies, precious metals and jewels, homemaking goods, and the like. All of them acquired over the course of our journey here, and as such everything we offer comes in a few regional variations. We also have captives available for purchase, if that interests you." he rattled the list off with as much precision and enunciation as possible, ensuring the minced words were still delivered with some care. Brimstone eyes traced over the horns that sprouted from the man's crown, intrigued by the appearance of yet more elaborate mutations within the lands they had chosen to visit this season. "We have also established a small gambling den with games of skill, as well as a gladiatorial ring in which small game will be pitted in matches for our guests' entertainment." he added, though he still wasn't entirely certain with what kind of man he spoke, and the offer of slaves or gambling could easily drive a wolf with delicate sensibilities away from visiting. It was a stab in the dark, really, whether the offer would be received well or not. "Should I inform my master of your intentions to join us in the future?" he questioned gently with a tilt of his tapered cranium, half-tucked tail flicking gently against his thigh. STEP IN LINE, EVERYTHING WILL BE JUST FINE |