"Good." The Butcher squares her shoulder, bobbing her meaty chin once. "Good. I can trust her to take pride in what I do. Just wish the coin purse was a little more open. A few more sovereigns a month and I could really get things going here."

The hog snuffles at the Butcher's hip only to be bumped back. "You've had your fill, Boyd. Go back to your pen."

Boyd huffs and snuffles over at Herian instead, black beady eyes curious. Food? Food.