Asirel kept his amber eyes forward as he strode past the rows of cages. The merchant's basement echoed with pleas. He almost felt sorry for the occupants of this place — but he was not here to play hero.

Eventually, he reached cage 59, his brochure stating that this being was the one he'd come here for. Clearing his throat, he ran a hand through his short blonde hair and squinted through the bars in the hope of catching a glimpse of the supernatural being inside.

"Hello there, pet."