CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
The first person eagerly stepped forward, a man in his thirties with his chin slightly raised and a smile on his lips.
Pampir looked him over with the air of a man who thought he had better things to do with his time than waste it on such people. “What do you have to offer the fair?”
“I sell wooden dolls to the children, My Lord,” the man replied as he dug into his pocket and drew out a tiny doll. Its arms, legs, and torso were cylinders held together with thick wire. The head was round and featured a smiling face. “See?”
Pampir took the doll and turned it over in his hands. “Is that it?”
The man’s face fell and his eyes glistened with fear. “Y-yes, sir.” Pampir looked over the doll and gave the man a look of warning. The merchant’s face turned an unhealthy
