Re: Holding Pens - Fenrir
Standing up, Fenrir went to the bars and look around. He had to find someone that looked sweet, innocent, maybe confused as well. Too many masters looked so confident, so arrogant, and briefly he wondered if he once looked like that. No way! This was just how Americans were, that's all.
As his eyes darted back and forth, he finally saw her. The blonde girl looked so scared in the dark, dank auction house. It was obvious that she was so new to it all.
She would be perfect!
With a grin, Fenrir spoke to her, his accent thick and hanging onto each word. "Och! Wee lamb! Ye look like yer being brought in fer da slaughta."