"Well" Judge started before looking at the Mamba then back at Crow,"This is Tanzan, his owner or should I say asshat, is a butcher and well, According to him, he would cut off many Lamias' tails and sell them as 'exotic' foods,"
Judge continued,"and well, thankfully my owner was able to get him a prosthetic tail, but yeah, According to Tanzan, he would catch strays and I'll let him speak on what he want to ya to do to him"
The Mamba then pulls out a paper and placed it on the ground, it was a drawn map of the butcher's house,"I want all hisss limbs cut off, you can steal all the meat in his storage, I don't care, but I want his limbs off" Tanzan hissed,
Oh. Bitty meat as a payment? Well, that was a first. Not on the bitty meat, though, since the Horde wasnât difficult on what or who to eat. The territory competiting strays often ended as meals too and that was a reason Crow wasnât up to let his patrons roam alone in the streets before getting paid.
âHmm... Okay.â He shrugged. He wasnât dead yet so why not tempt fate? That seemed to be fun. Since there wasnât any kid involved, he felt a little less empathy right now and, to be honest, it was better for thinking straight. âI hope you are coming?â He asked both. âSame deal, at least 48 hours later, middle of the night, so I can know itâs safe when we strike.â His smiled was calm yet wide. âCanât wait to see you there!â Spade would be quite extatic to see another mamba, there. Crow wondered how they would react to each other. Yes. Seemed fun.
A lot of hours later, at the time agreed on, youâll see twenty-ish bitties waiting at the point of rendez-vous. Crow was, yet again, writing another poem to the moonlight as he waited for his patrons.
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