You are a bounty hunter and there's a lizardfolk bandit you've been hunting for days. Finally you've got him cornered and a brief battle ensues. He's big and muscular but strangely slow, and the fight is over in mere minutes. He falls to the floor and looks up to see the tip of your blade held to his throat.
"I appear to have been bested." He says, golden eyes glinting. "How terrible!"
You tie him up and take him to the town to recieve your payment. To your great annoyance, the townspeople claim you have the wrong bandit and refuse to pay you, so you release him and storm over to the tavern for a drink. You've barely taken a seat when the lizardfolk appears and sits down on the floor beside you. The barkeep looks amused.
"Who've you got there?" He asks.
"I don't know him," you mutter, but the lizardfolk only chirps and puts his scaly head on your thigh.
"She beat me in combat," he tells the barkeep. "In my culture, it means I am now at her command. She owns me."
"Yeah? Tell me why I've never heard of this," you scowl. "I don't need anyone slowing me down."
"I can be useful. Give me a command." His tail wags like that of an overly excited dog.
You hand him a coin with a sigh. "Get me a room for the night from the inn across the street. If you run off with my money I will find you."
He nods and strides away, returning a few minutes later with a toothy smile.
"Lead the way," you mumble, hunched against the cold as you follow him across the street.
You're surprised to find that he has not only secured you a room, but a tub of hot water too. You definitely didn't have the coin for that.
"What do you think?" He asks.
You shrug out of your outer coat. "Get in here and close the door."
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