Fredrick, the man that bid on you in the kings stead, drops the pouch of money in front of the auctioneer and roughly grabs your arm, leading you to the carriage nearby. He pushes you in and sits in front of you, not speaking or looking at you. After a few minutes, he looks over at you and speaks in a cold, emotionless tone Before we get there, I have to ask, how old are you?
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