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They finally arrived at home. The merchant's home was modest but warm and inviting.
The merchant's wife greeted them with a mixture of curiosity and caution, her gaze lingering on Fowad's rugged appearance and the baby lightning cheetah padding silently by his side.
Jack said he brings a important guest.
"Who is this kid?" she said to her husband, her eyes wide.
"Saved us from those ruffians in the market," the merchant replied with a grateful smile. "He's got a kind heart and quite the skill with a blade."
The merchant's second son, a boy of about eight, peeked out from behind his mother, his eyes wide with curiosity.
"Is that your beast?" he asked, pointing at the cheetah.
Fowad nodded, offering a small smile. "His name's not set yet, but he's my companion."
The boy's face lit up with wonder. "Can I pet him?"
