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[center] [sub] Bride of [color=5ec4b3]Kagan[/color][@ghastlyInc] and Sister Bride of Adorabella [@eclecticwitch] [/sub] [/center]


The runt wiggled its way closer to Bree’s chest, but after that seemed more than content to simply nest in her arms, rather than move around and be forced to walk like his brother.  Just as Bree made to move closer to Kagan, the woman merchant reached out and grab her arm.  

Bree stopped, alarmed for a moment, the woman’s face taking on a much more serious expression “[color=seagreen]Fret not sister, for Drun was born last,”[/color]   She then gave Bree a sideways smile before releasing the girl’s arm and sliding back behind her booth. 

Bree opened her mouth to respond, but she found that there was nothing she could think of to say to such a statement. The woman waved a final time before Bree turned to catch up with Kagan and Adora at the next stall over. 

Adora seemed entrapped by a notebook she swore she didn’t need, but clearly wanted badly.  It was painful to watch her put the notebook down. Clearly Kagan wouldn’t have a problem purchasing the object should she had wanted it. 

Another sound drew Bree’s attention, They had wandered to the far side of the market now, to where the crowd had gathered.  She could see clearly now that some type of platform at been raised, high enough so that even the tallest drakkan’s horns stuck above it. The crowd was restless. After a moment, a large drakkan came on stage, his words were muddled by the distance. 

Standing off to the side of the drakkan was a creature, not a gem or drakkan, something different.  

The pup gave a sequel of distress as Bree’s arms tightened around it and she felt herself move closer to Kagan, her eyes wide as the realized what it was she looked at. 

The slaves market. 

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-Merchant’s wife says from strange stuff
-Watches Adora want something 
- Oh on! Slave auction
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