“Well, I hope you’re disappointed.” The Breton told her honestly. “Theses creatures are hard to come by in this land, I used to sell them to eccentric nobles. It takes awhile to learn their language and so forth, more of a hassle for you, really.”
Vistel narrowed her eyes.
She didn’t know of any animals that could speak this far north. Would selling an animal that has a language technically be a form of slavery? She supposed it would have to do with if it was an advanced language or a sort of instinctual communication, she was more curious than ever but she realized if she dug any deeper then she might have delved too far. The conflict silenced her for some time.
“How about I pretend I heard none of this and I go about my days in a blissful ignorance?” She said, hoping after he’d revealed the small amount of information that he had, that it was still little enough that he’d let her go. She didn’t know how dangerous this man was, but there was something peculiar about him that she couldn’t place her finger on. She furrowed her brows slightly, looking him up-and-down briefly.
She extended a hand as a last-ditch attempt of agreement to her proposal.