#baronyofthesilverwolf

Baroness Nadeen stares at the two commoners. "Let me understand this correctly, both of you claim to own this pig. Which you have yet to slaughter?" She eyes with distaste the creature . She enjoys pork but not pigs. Unruly creatures who will, in the words of Winston Churchill, look you righht in the eye as an equal. The Sidhe finds that offensive.

"That's right your ladyship," says the boggan. /"Just so," says the satyr.

The satyr goes on, "I believe in free range pigging...sure, they might turn into boars over time, but Gasper is a smart enough pig to come back to the sty."

"Damn dangerous is what it is," The boggan grumbles, "And that pig came to MY garden and started to eat my cabbages, my CABBAGES, Baroness. Got so I had to leave a small plot just to distract the pig from what I fenced off from wire."

"See, he could have stopped Gasper with wire," The satyr says, "I didn't tell him to pay tribute."

"And yet did you offer him compensation for the pig eating of the cabbage?" Nadeen inquires.

"Surely did," The Satyr smiles, "I sent him a jar of whiskey."

"You told me that was an apology, not a payment," The boggan fusses! "And then the pig did it again, more cabbages!"

"It was implied!" the satyr shrugs.

"And, now?" Nadeen says "Now that the pig is fully grown?"

"he grew on MY Cabbages," The Boggan explains, "Bigger than his other pigs gasper is. Why? MY spring touched cabbages. Way I see it, as I was PIGSITTING and feeding the thing on my land, the Pig is mine to be slaughtering."

"Theft it is!" The satyr protests, "I never agreed to it."

"I thought it was implied," The Boggan says snarkily.

Nadeen looks at the two local farming fae. There was a reason she never sought to conquer farmland, and this is part of it. "I see. Well, Gasper is a large pig. Have you considered splitting him right down the center?"

"We did, but it seemed a bit too pat," The satyr explains.

"Too trite," The Boggan agrees.

Nadeen arches a brow and wonders, just for a moment, if Bluebell set this up someway, somehow, but disregards the notion, "I see. Well, it is my duty to resolve matters. In the old days we'd take a share of OUR Pig for tax or tithe. Then you would each get a third."

Their eyes widen...and they stammer.

"But I wish to show that I care for the common folk. And that i am no tyrant. SO..." There is a chomp sound and a squeal, and the pig is gone yanked out of sight. Nadeen rubs her forehead Surely she didn't?

"Gasper's gone!" Says the satyr. "So he is!" Says the Boggan.

Briar Nadeen surmises, and is sure the butchery area is now in use. It's her own fault really. She sent Briar to Iowa to learn from a pig farmer/butcher. With a sigh she says "How much would you say Gasper is worth on the market? Nevermind, I'll ask Marigold and then pay you each half that plus five percent for delivery."

"Or ..." She offers when they look dubious, "You can try to talk Briar into not butchering once she gets going... good luck."

"Cash is good," The satyr gulps.

"Yeah, Cash is handy," The boggan nods.

Nadeen makes a point to inform Briar later that one is not to butcher evidence until the case is settled in future trials.

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