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Childe stares at the sumpter beast lying on its side at the edge of a small enclosure, its back turned towards the gate and the people gathered there. It’s a big animal, larger than others Childe has seen, covered by shaggy fur. It should look majestic, but instead, the impression it gives slumped against the hard ground is almost…sad. Its coat is unkept, the food in the trough on the other edge of the enclosure untouched.The nervous recruit by Childe’s side pipes up, “Sir, when working in Sumeru every unit is required to have a sumpter beast with them to carry essential provisions. Even– even a single-person unit.”“And this is the best mount you have available?” Childe asks, one eyebrow raised.“This is the only one we have available,” the skirmisher admits.---Or Childe adopts a sumpter beast.