[WingedDog]

"Umm… Master, I’m very sorry for the distur…”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?!!”

“Umm… There's a person, master. He said he'd like to examine your dungeon, particularly the slave compound."

"Agrrrr! Another tourist! Tell him we are closed for the winter! Let him come back for sightseeing in a half of a year!"

"No, no. no, master, he affirms he represents the Blood Slave Union and would like to inspect the dungeons to make sure the living and medical treatment conditions for our slaves are observed, they all are having a meal three times a day and our sacrificial daggers are rust-free and disinfected, otherwise he’s writing a complaint to the Bloodhunting Department so they call off our licence and…”

"SILENCE!.. Urrr, bloody bureaucrats!.. What was his name again?"

"Bogus, master."

“Allright, nothing wrong is going to happen, if we let him in, I guess.”

“You are right, master.”

“I’m always right, you maggot! That’s why I’m in charge! Go now, proceed to your orders!”

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This is ironic as I told to my business partner last turn the blood slaves I reserved for him 'ain't running anywhere'.