"Ahaha...ah, you see, my esteemed lady..." Sweat beaded upon the man's face, and his smile curdled, something like fear freezing his features. His eyes darted to Hawk, who returned the look with a level, flat stare and hard eyes.
"That...has some difficulties, gracious one. You see, he must go to someone, ah, vigilant. Someone of utmost care and steadfastness."
As it happened, the peddler's life depended on this.
"It is so much work owning this one, truly! He needs so much attention! Let me show you an Adelan gladiator in the next row. She is a great mountain of a woman. They say she ripped the head off an opponent with her bare hands!"