ISAR
Arm yourself
Watching with some amusement as greed overcame caution, Isar was in no hurry to pick any of the strange items on display. He had no use for trinkets or bottles, nor did he care for other people's discarded body parts. Perhaps he might have taken interest in the little mouse in its trap, but before he could make up his mind, a bright-feathered raven made off with it. Then, once there was nothing else upon the stand, a lioness pushed her way past to steal away with the tablecloth.
"My, you're in quite the demand," he drawled. "Guess I'll put dibs on the table then." Because why not? Who said one had to start building a house with the four walls and a roof? Here he had a perfectly suitable shelter when it rained, and a bed if flipped upside down. If that wasn't versatile, he didn't know furniture.
"And what would you want in return?" Because this was a bazaar, yes? Not a giveaway. And no one had said anything about these items being free.
Isar claims the table x)
"My, you're in quite the demand," he drawled. "Guess I'll put dibs on the table then." Because why not? Who said one had to start building a house with the four walls and a roof? Here he had a perfectly suitable shelter when it rained, and a bed if flipped upside down. If that wasn't versatile, he didn't know furniture.
"And what would you want in return?" Because this was a bazaar, yes? Not a giveaway. And no one had said anything about these items being free.
Isar claims the table x)
Because no one else here will save you
