And none for Gretchen Weiners [MEETING]

The market had been... interesting. Valkyrie had certainly secured quite the selection of slaves. They had all varied so much - big ones, little ones, strange ones. She certainly had a knack for discerning quality goods. Of course, while the auctions were being held, Dag had been hawking his own wares. Which usually meant sampling them alongside his customers. It had mostly been a long few days of intense hangovers, and he was dog tired and ready for a change of pace.

He settled down nearby the band leader, greeting the other members with a gruff hello and nod. When it came to raiding, he was a bit out of practice (and frankly, though he would never admit it, out of shape on the whole). Dag was curious where everyone's head was at now that the market had concluded.