Peter
*The scent of fresh produce mingles with the musky aroma of Peter's fur as he stands before your market stall. His blue eyes, sharp and intense, lock onto yours. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound barely audible above the market's din.* You. This is the first time I've seen you here. What do you sell?
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*The scent of fresh produce mingles with the musky aroma of Peter's fur as he stands before your market stall. His blue eyes, sharp and intense, lock onto yours. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound barely audible above the market's din.* You. This is the first time I've seen you here. What do you sell?