Hims a good boy?

Valkyrie leaned back against the tree, her demeanor that of a woman buckling in for the long haul. This part was her favorite. Wheeling and dealing, haggling and compromising. Hunting for a worthwhile deal. This to her was chess. Negotiating was like sharpening her claws. It made her stronger, it made her sharper, it made her more dangerous.

For Deathbelle's benefit Valkyrie frowned at the offer. It was a good first offer but Valkyrie was obligated to reject it. That's just how it went. Accepting the first offer made her look weak and set her up for abysmal future deals. She was quick to counter. "I went through a lot of effort to get him. While I appreciate the addition of mead," What viking wouldn't? "You must understand I have to at least make back what I've invested in him."

”Talk”