What Happens in Fenmyre...

The determination in the steps of the blue man was almost comical. He needed something and he needed it soon. At that moment, he was the perfect customer to which Chimera could peddle his wares. Art had a need and Chimera had that which could fulfill that need. The fire behind the young man's eyes spoke of violence, but his youth made the king think that Art also needed some other form of release. And so he suggested a woman and the suggestion immediately made that fire within Art's gaze flare up.

Chimera stayed back as the black and blue wolf inspected the slaves in the various cages. He had no idea what had happened to the boy, nor did he know just what flavor Art might choose, but when he finally did so, the shark-toothed brute furrowed his brow. It was all an act, but he played his part well. When Artorias asked his price, Chimera gave his head a shake. "That one wasn't cheap." He made a show of thinking about it for a long moment. Really, the King of Fenmyre already knew what he wanted.

Stepping up to the bars of the cell, Chimera looked within. The slaves shrank back against the far wall. He looked over the slate colored woman as she cowered like the others. She really wasn't anything special, but there were things that he needed, so he would finally name his price. "Warriors. Fighters. Wolves to protect my borders while my women are pregnant and my children are young and vulnerable." Chimera unhinged the door, swinging open with a flourish to give the worked up brute his woman. "You give me warriors, Artorias... and I'll keep you supplied with toys to slake all of your urges on. Do we have a deal?"

"Speech"