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Azure · 04-05-2022, 01:26 AM

It would seem his day was turning out better by the moment as Azure fell into conversation with the traders and their guards. They had traveled a good distance to arrive here to sell common wares and initially, Az had begrudgingly retained the polite interest only to be considered cordial. In truth, the Armada had little need for pelts or meat or baubles or steel, and as far as the Champion was concerned they could take their sales pitch to Abaven where wolves were more gullible and ripe to be manipulated. It was then that the man whispered in his ear of his more 'prized' collection of goods and Azure's interest was piqued enough to follow the gesture to follow, deeper into their camp toward a series of pens.

Azure kept his muzzle fixed towards the trader as he was led, though his gaze flickered across the makeshift camp. Wolves of various sizes worked, ate, sparred, and slept, though none appeared very concerned at the sight of the stranger in their midst. While their apathy confused him, it also reassured Az that here there was no threat - and he could focus upon this under-the-table viewing.

Things became clearer very quickly as he laid eyes upon the hastily constructed corrals and the wolves trapped within them. While the slave master went on about their breeding, their training, their price, Azure cast his gaze out into the cluster of them in the middle. He let it linger quietly upon them before shifting to the fence where a lone she-wolf sat in solitude. Like a switch inside his mind, his decision had been made - though even a rookie trader knew better than to give in so easily. "So? The 'prize' goods?" Azure's head cocked to the side, regarding the slave master with indifference. "This is not a prize, those ones -" With his mutated paw he gestured half-heartedly to the cluster of women who were turned in toward each other, deep in quiet conversation. "- They haven't a sense in their minds to even realize I'm standing here. God knows how many breaths I'll waste explaining to them their jobs again and again."

The bulky trader opened his mouth to speak, but Az continued, a cruel fire beginning to ignite suddenly within. "This is not stock fit for a King. Even the look of them, I can't tell where the dirt and grime ends and the fur begins. Stupid, dirty, and somehow uglier beneath the mud. Just my luck that the worst slave master in Boreas is the one who sets up outside my territory." The rant had begun to prod at the leader, whose impatience had grown the longer Az spoke. It was unfortunate how lightly he had to tread, to not risk tempting the traders into a fight and making acquiring her that much harder. He stood, sighed heavily, and moved in to the fence of the enclosure. The slave master followed close behind him but paused, seeing the alpha wave his paw towards the slaves whom he'd momentarily ago degraded. "Please enlighten me as to why I would want any of them." In the corner of his eye he saw stripes, though he paid deliberately as little attention to her then she did to him.

"Speech"

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