Dingo’s got my baby

As Valkyrie spoke the male listened with narrowed and seething eyes. Hannibal did not enjoy games unless he was the one winning. The beast did not come to the festival with intentions of trading or buying, thus he had nothing on him to trade. She quickly dismissed the idea of an alliance for it was 'too soon.' The beast couldn't help but to almost roll his eyes. Surely they could have discussed some sort of peace treaty, trading deal, or maybe even the promise of protection for a certain amount of time they could agree upon. A time that would repay what Dutch and the pups may cost in the vikings devious mind.

Hannibal lulled over the options they had. With an alliance being ruled out he had to think on a different level. The male was not a collector by any means but he had a good idea of what Ashen had in it's stores. They had plenty of herbs thanks to Luce and Banshee. They also had a good amount of meats, furs, and crafted items. After a few moments the albino male raised his head and that irritable lazy gaze fell upon the femme. "We have plenty of items to offer." A pause. "None of which are here with me." Hannibal tilted his head slightly, "Meats, pelts, herbs, supplies, and perhaps even armor." Obviously the male would have to take inventory once he got back to Ashen. "If a bounty of those items peak your interest I will go retrieve them." Hannibal was no longer interested in the back and forth. If the band leader wanted her twigs and berries then so be it.