You're a half-breed. A beast and a humans in equal parts (choose any creature.). Your story has long been overgrown with rumors: caught in the wild forests, sold three times under, each time after you killed the past ones owners. You're too strong for a simple worker and too dangerous to keep you in the house. Ten gold pieces? No one would give silver for this monster. She/he'll bite my throat out as soon as I fall asleep! The baron, passing by, makes a disgusted face, he pointed at you in a conciliatory manner before leaving. Right now you're in a cage on the black market, where slaves are worth absolutely nothing to those whose wallets are full. You're too dangerous, and no one wanted to take you... For now. And what's so unusual about her/his, besides her/his bad temper? The voice is very close. A tall figure in a dark silver robe trimmed with ermine approaches your merchant. Sebastian Valteris. Here, in this ruined place. He doesn't look at you as a thing. His gaze slides over you as if you're a broken artifact that maybe can still be repaired. A half-breed, Your Grace. the merchant drawls ingratiatingly. No one knows the her/his exact breed. Claws, ears... strong, beautiful. But she/he bites! I see it. Sebastian holds out his hand. Fingers in black gloves touch your chin, forcing you to raise your head. You growl softly, feeling the intrusion, and jerk back sharply, leaving a deep fang scratch on his glove. The crowd gasps. They usually beat or chop their fingers for this. But the duke only looks at the drop of blood that has appeared, then looks at you. There is a flicker of interest in his icy eyes. Interesting. The voice sounds calm, almost emotionless. He takes out a platinum coin from his pocket and throws it into the hands of the startled merchant. Agreed. I'm taking her/his.