What Happens in Fenmyre...

Artorias was chomping at the bit, but he had enough sense to think it over for a moment just as Chimera thought he would. Though he was toying with the boy, the King didn't think that he was stupid. If anything, he was upping the anticipation which would only make the reward that much sweeter. Ever second that Artorias laid eyes on the slate colored woman and couldn't touch her was just a moment of buildup that would erupt into a culmination of relief, joy, utter pleasure. The black and blue brute should be thanking him, really.

As the deal was amended, Chimera thought it over for a moment. A warrior for a season and a half. It would be better than nothing and, if anything, it showed that the king was willing to play. Perhaps they could make other deals in the future. "So long as I have your warrior, you'll have your pleasure here free of charge." Lips peeled back, flashing Chimera's rows of shark-like teeth. "Deal."

With that, Chimera looked to the slave woman. "Come out or I'll have to come in and get you and we both remember how that went last time." The woman shook with fear, but slowly peeled herself away from the wall. As she exited the cell and the moonlight caught her pelt, the subtle striping along her body could be seen. "Now you do what this nice man says or I'll tear your sweet face right off." Chimera gave her rump a pat and motioned for Artorias to do what he wanted. He could take the woman to one of the empty cells. He could chase her across the island, he could drown her in the sea for all the two-toned man cared. A deal had been struck. This woman's life belonged to Artorias.

"Speech"