The Demon-Wolf King
His broken accent came out thick and he laughs deeply.
I chuckled nervously and continued browsing the next scattered table, picking up a few long skirts. One black and the other red. I seen some cute hair accessories and pairs of skimpy panties that I knew would fit my derrière, in a white wooden baskets and I grabbed them both, making my way to the shopkeeper. I felt a little embarrassed about the panties, but I knew I would never have to come in here again.
He smiled widely and gave me a weird price name, "3 slivering shillings," he said, but I wasn't even sure how much these small gold pebbles and and coins were even worth! I just knew that they were gold!
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