*Several Months Later, During The Wedding Month of Gamelion*

*Heiro's POV*

"Do you have anything less... sickly?" I asked the farmer as we stood against the rotted wooden fence of the pig enclosure.

He slapped one of the hogs on the haunch through the fence and looked towards me with a nearly toothless grin. "She'll do just fine," the farmer reassured me. "It is Gamelion, after all. Lots of people have already come through and purchased the more prized ...