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The seller panicked a little bit as Moros did not seem too interested in the boy. But he, rather rudely dragged him back. "'Ere, the boy is well trained!" Of course he was lying somewhere but he was part telling the truth. "Tell ye what. Hows about 1,000 for the lad. I'll even throw in some free collars or toys..or whatever the fuck ya want."
Etran just kept his head down. Not wanting to even listen to this conversation. But he knew he had to. Watching the man walk back to him. Etran, took that as a sign and kneeled up, legs at shoulder length and chin up. As if presenting himself.
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