Reis had been informed a shipment would be arriving for him that day. Of course it was being disguised as more legal Tuloan goods, and not anything actually living. The seller had remained vague, even when Reis had pressed for information on a housing setup. He'd only shrugged and told him that with all that he had on the estate, he would be able to find something to accommodate his new acquisition. After all, he'd easily accommodated the cats in a large outdoor enclosure.<br/><br/>“It's species isn't known for being dangerous, though I suppose they could be if pushed,” the seller had stated, as if Reis did not have to worry over anything. That only drove Reis crazy as a man who'd typically planned for everything. He had no information to do so in this instance. He could only wait and hope that he'd gotten something right in guessing. He could always move something around, he lamented, if it came down to it. He'd had a general enclosure built outside, a reinforced stall unoccupied in his stable, an empty two thousand gallon aquarium, and several small indoor terrariums of various habitat ranges. He'd worried himself to death to make sure everything was perfect, even though he didn't know if any of the perimeters he'd set up would be suitable or not. If their inability to inform him resulted in illness or stress on his new animal, he'd have someones head.<br/><br/>The day of shipment he found himself antsy, double checking this and that and planning for the worst. All he'd have to do was send word to his vet and he'd be here to inspect the animal if needed, plus he had contractors at the ready if they needed to start a new housing project immediately. He was irritable, and the staff paid extra care to stay out of his way. He didn't have an exact time, as things were already hush-hush. Reis could only sit and fret over improper shipping practices in order to smuggle a rare creature overseas. He pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose, swatting at a hopeful servant who'd brought wine to hopefully put him more at ease. Finally, there was a knock at the door. He'd already been warned that no one of importance could be around during the exchange, so it was just those that were part of the household. Meaning Reis, and the trusted staff he'd employed for many years. Reis had never married. Most knew better than to press the subject, and it was why he didn't entertain peers often, though they certainly took an interest in his creatures. He didn't buy anything to be a centerpiece to show off, this newest addition would be no different. It would be for Reis' fascinations and his alone.<br/><br/>A servant had opened the door, ushering them into the home hurriedly, right to where Reis was sitting in the entertainment room. Reis was waiting, having heard, and he took in those that entered. His eyes landed on the Asha and then he looked around, mouth thinning, drawing conclusions.<br/><br/>“Is it elsewhere?” he questioned, hopeful as he stood, looking past the decorated Asha.<br/><br/>“He is right here, and a fine purchase indeed,” the man spoke, nudging Ezra forward. Reis' eyes narrowed.<br/><br/>“Do you not think if I wanted an Asha, I would have purchased one?” he snapped.<br/><br/>“This is a Tuloan Asha, much different from what you have here in Belmir. You only need to take a bit of time to understand why these are much more superior. Everything will become apparent in time,” he'd said, a slight suggestive raise to his brow. Reis could only stare, both disbelieving and furious at the same time.<br/><br/>“Take it back. I wanted an animal... not a..” he fumbled over his words. “Not a slave. Certainly not a companion.”<br/><br/>“I'm afraid all the contracts have been signed. You knew the risk you were taking, and we've delivered on our part. I do warn you, be careful if you try to resell him. I'm sure you're more aware of Belmiran's laws on smuggled goods than we are,” the man returned, unflustered, obviously confident he had the upper hand. “We thank you for your business, and we hope you enjoy your new purchase. With the contract, we've included a basic care guide. I think you can figure it out from here.” An envelope was handed to Ezra, for him to give to his new owner should Reis refuse to take it.<br/><br/>“You cannot be serious! I haven't the slightest clue what to do with him!” Reis was shouting, but the man was turning to leave.<br/><br/>“I suggest you figure it out, otherwise your pet is going to become unwell. Good day, Mr. Tordoj.”