Hims a good boy?

He was quite the beautiful little dog, his markings mirrored those of Klein heritage. He’d look stunning next to Lucretia. Deathbelle’s gaze shifted from the dog to Valkyrie as she mentioned affirmatively that he was to be passed along. She perked her mismatched ears as the trader talked him up. He really was small, but he was a young thing and she had no doubt about his strength or tenacity. Belle looked him over carefully, she didn’t want to overpay for her goods so soon. Since she seemed to be the only one interested she could probably get a decent deal out of him.

”I’ll give you a processed carcass,” meaning Valkyrie would be given the already skinned meat. Maybe without the organs. ”Of course it will be from something bigger than he is.” She chuckled softly as she inched closer, she didn’t want to touch him but wanted to know what she was buying. ”But if that isn’t enough for you I’ve some season’s aged mead.” The honey tonics that Luce had prepared for her were starting to turn to mead, she could certainly use those as currency as well.