His grin faltered.
"Wait a second," the man squinted, taking a step closer. His thick fingers twitched at his side. "You a Tamer?"
Lucas tensed, but forced himself to remain composed. He glanced down at the small blue slime, which had conveniently decided to wriggle excitedly at the mention of its kind. Damn it.
Thinking fast, Lucas let out an unimpressed scoff. "Tamer? Please. You think I'd waste my time training that?" He nudged the slime with the toe of his boot.
"Lucas! That's rude!" the slime whined.
The fat man's eyes flicked between Lucas and the creature, suspicion lingering for a moment before he burst into laughter. "Hah! Yeah, I suppose that would be a pretty worthless one to train. Still, ain't often you see slavers carting around monsters, even weak ones."
Lucas shrugged. "Some buyers like to see what their merchandise looks like next to a potential pet. Makes 'em think about getting a matched set."
