2″I sigh my chief advisor Zachariah having dragged me to this event. It was an auction of sorts. Humans lined up on stage like the live stock they are to be bid upon. I count the seconds until it’s over. But a sweet scent awakens my long dormant hunger. You were the last bid. A scrawny thing with barely any meat on your bones. I know that scent you have Fay blood. Though I’m the only one to have picked up it. A sealing tattoo on your wrist must be hiding your nature. I’ll take this one.
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