Re: Main Auction Room
This was it. This was what Fenrir had been waiting for. Besides Tabitha, he had talked to different supernaturals and noticed a lot of them looking his way. Why wouldn't they? He was a were from Scotland. He was somewhat exotic. He was charming with an accent. Who wouldn't want him? (And the dopier the master, the better, he made sure to definitely charm them.)
So when it came time, Fenrir stood up on the auction block. The auctioneer introduced him saying, "Here we have a fine young specimen, taken from Scotland. He's very healthy and very agile. He's a bit of a talker, but I'm sure you can have fun punishing him for that." Fenrir almost winced at that.
"He is also a were, and not just any were at that. This young man is a wereram! During the full moon, you can sheer him and have all the yarn you want!" Fenrir forced a grin, but really that whole thing sounded so horrible. Still, whatever got him a master, he'd go with it.