Weapon of Choice

The slave master was steadily at work, his small two headed companion skittering over his back while one head busied itself using their small hands and fangs to craft golden rings and the other clenching them together to form a tight golden chain. All the while Rosemary worried open oysters, snuffing at their briny scent as he picked through the pale meat. He had accumulated one great pearl already, pale pink and startlingly large however now he was on the hunt for a much rarer secondary pearl to add to the first. A metallic black pearl he could join with the first and load onto the chain to make a gift for his older brother and superior. The crafters worked in silence with nothing but the soft cracking of oyster shells being opened to mark their steady work.

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