"Bryndis' eyebrow twitches as she stares at her new slave. she looks up at the merchant"

Bryndis: "I said I wanted something fun..."

"Her words barely contain her rage as the merchant begins to shuffle out of the longhouse"

Slave Merchant: "You did, so I brought you something you can have fun with"

"A Mason jar of mead crashes into the door as the merchant expertly closes it"

Bryndis: "What am I supposed to do with this!?"

Slave Merchant: "Fuck 'em!!!"

"Bryndis' eye twitches angrily as she stares at her new toy. Her hands grip the wooden armrest, her nails digging furrows into it"

Bryndis: "So... uh.... what do I do with you?"

"She asks awkwardly"

"Bryndis' thoughts: How the fuck do I talk to this... Slave? Toy? what do I call them!? What do I even do with one!?"