MEAT AUCTION FIRESALE

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"We got a butterfly for sale, yeah, a butterfly for sale."

 

Word spreads of a strange and depraved auction being hosted in the public venue of Deephold in just a night.
An Atrus Avarion's likeness is splayed across a poster, with a funny little speech bubble over his head -"Save me!"

"The bidding'll begin at a thousand coins! Friends, enemies, family;
all are welcome! Just bring your coin purses, because the anvil is HOT."

3 / 30 / 23 - TONIGHT
6PM EST

 

Read to the tune of...

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Fanfare ends with a completed transaction.
A strange man whose eyes are white like small Moons is seen passing off the wounded Avarion-child to a figure unmistakably his kin.
And a vast sum of coins proffered to this new, strange cabal responsible for the kidnapping and bizarre reindeer games of his release.

Whispers of his apparent insanity and fits of pained cries to unseen figures leave a worrying question unanswered.
 

WHAT COMES NEXT, MISTER MOON?

WE'LL BE SEEING YOU SOON.