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The foreigner fell back to examine the horse. Sharply Amy clicked her tongue, and Hadley moved to make sure the wolf wasn't trying anything funny. Her ears trained on the back. She wished she could go back and watch, but she'd chosen to keep moving and not stop. It seemed a little pointless to do so now. He rode up again, and offered a rather ridiculous price in her opinion. He must have come from somewhere that favors had smaller weight, as her favors could extend to killing as well, and it could take years to pay off a single one.
Since he was willing to pay so much, Amy promptly upped the price. Three favors. You'll join it by taking the oath. Her eyes watched him warily, waiting for him to make his position. She didn't expect him to bargain for a lower price, confident that someone so willing to barter away their soul had no place bartering. They would be taken advantage of. Amy had watched her father do one such thing, upping the price without the customer realizing it until it was too late to turn back.
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