Broken Boulder veränderung

Nine was a good number; with nine good men many trades could transpire, there was fun to be had among the nine. It wasn't just men though, from Mahler's statement—mostly women. If he held so many women then why not make them do the healing, the cleaning, the tracking of prey? The man was quiet and thoughtful over this; it was just as likely Mahler did not have friends to trade with, or at least none with women worth the effort.

No matter. In time they would migrate to their new holdings and Arcas could get a grasp on how their lives worked. So far it sounded vastly different from what he knew, what with this man taking a woman's role despite his collection.

There is a future to be had for a man, Mahler said, implying things Arcas did not wish to entertain.

The business of women had been his father's niche. So far as Arcas was concerned they were nothing more than dusty old furniture cluttering up the place. He had no use for them at all. It was a fine gesture the man made, though. Something of a good faith exercise.

I can help you lay your claim. I won't be going far anyway, not until I have healed. Arcas offered in turn, letting a thin smirk drape upon his muzzle for a moment, but this faded quickly. He did not want Mahler to think he was accepting any subliminal offers—a strange trade for a woman to warm his bed. The thought disgusted him.