Cairn

The trader raised an eyebrow, but quickly adjusted his pitch. "Ah, a warrior type, then. You looking for one with experience in the arena, or do you prefer raw potential?"

Rem folded his arms. "Someone with fighting instinct. Doesn't have to be trained, but they should be able to grow strong."

Selene scoffed softly.

Rem glanced at her, finally acknowledging her disapproval. "What?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. Just… it's not what I expected."

Rem didn't press her for an explanation. Instead, he turned back to the trader.

The man nodded, rubbing his chin. "I have a few that might interest you."

He led them toward the back, where a separate cage stood. Inside were three beastkin — each looking vastly different from the other.

The trader's voice droned on as he listed off the qualities of the beastkin in the cages, but Rem barely paid attention.

His eyes scanned each of them, observing, analyzing.