A male voice spoke to the woman and she blinked in his direction, the only visible indication she'd heared his words. A brief flash of the vision that had been plaguing her since her nephew's betrayal flashed before her sightless eyes, blood pouring from more blood, and even then she hardly so much as wavered. Nura took a moment to sniff cautiously at the man's wares, a mixture of sickly sweet and even some surprisingly bitter scents reached her. Of the quality, well that would remain to be seen.
"And what would you seek in return?" She spoke, her voice even, almost robotic in it's lack of emotionality. She'd caught the way he'd emphasized the word beautiful. She knew what mortal men often wanted from women but she was hardly concerned over his intentions, as if she'd let herself be bed by any mortal she had yet to approve of. "Everything has a price."
