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The display that happened next was quite unnerving. Frodo backed up, as it was only as he looked past the dog that he realised there was some sort of wagon behind her. Aghast, he watched as some poor canine stumbled outwards, chained up no less, to be dragged and pulled to the ground by the woman. Frodo was startled to say the least, his mouth hanging open like a letterbox. He'd never been witness to slavery before. And so he wondered why on earth that wolf had been taken prisoner. What...on...earth? he stammered, watching Roath retreat backwards. Frodo looked to Amy for some sort of explanation, but then she talked about something entirely different.
The young man nodded stiffly at her introduction. Frodo Silvertongue. he said, introducing himself with a nod of his head. He couldn't help but still be confused and shocked by the chained canine, however. It took a while for his blank expression to realise that Amy was pointing over to the wagon, and he blinked once or twice before looking over. As she opened it, he raised his eyebrows in approval. Yer comin' to...offer them. he stated. Offer... he chuckled; For a price. there was no question about it. He doubted anyone would give out such wealthy items out of the goodness of their hearts. Wha' 'bout 'im? he asked, pointing to the area the slave had retreated to. Is that snide for sellin', too? he accused, walking towards the wagon in curiosity. He would bring out the meat to trade, perhaps, but only once his thoughts about her selling an actual person had been settled.
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