Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180218042108/@comment-26108027-20180313112415

Bee walks up to one of the slavers, a sly-looking fox.

"Have you seen a red-haired Gazelle? I need something more special, perhaps a more damaged one could work." Bee says, suddenly adopting a strong French accent.

"Ah, you just missed the perfect one. Red-haired, and a firey temper to match. Some lion trader snapped her up, despite her missing horn. Their cart left about ten minutes ago."

"Which way did it go?"

"Southeast. We've got other Gazelles, if you're still interested."

"Ah, no. Maybe next time." Bee squirms back out of the crowd to find Miranda again.

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Tiral stares at the ground, his face hidden by the soft shadows of his hood.

"Fire with fire."