A Buyer of Flesh

When I awoke this morning, I had no idea that the day would turn out as it did.

Amidst all the flesh that was begging to be bought, the usual parade of free moved past my kennel, inspecting taking notes, eyeing us all as they usually do. Today, however, today someone actually stopped in front of my cage.

He was darkly swathed in hooded cloak and I begged prettily to read his cards. He chose the Ubar card from my deck, which would have been a good thing, had it not been reversed.

He had removed the hood from his head and I saw by his eyes he was not pleased by the reading and I promptly offered him another card, which again did not bode well.

He asked me if I was for sale and what my price was. This I did not know. I hope he does not wish to purchase me to beat me for my reading.

Wait till the slaver tells him of the odd stipulations of my slavery. He will probably not be interested then.

Pity, he was a handsome Master.