Trade Your Soul [Valhallan Trade Fair Opening]

Chaos padded with a deliberate air of laziness through the circled market stalls. He wasn't interested in setting up a booth of his own, nor was he looking for anything particular so much as simply sightseeing. Valhalla's alpha caught his eye, there in front of her own booth full of trade goods, and he took it in his head to meander over her way. He stopped to check out the goods casually, particularly eyeing the weaponry. He wasn't particularly a fan of spears. A little awkward to hold in the mouth and they had a tendency to twist in the grip. Besides, he was much more the up close and personal type of fighter, and the necessity of holding the spear took away the use of too many of his favorite weapons - which was to say, his fangs. As for the rest, he had no use for perfumes or jewelry or... what was that, teeth? Still, he gave her a lazy grin and asked, "What exactly are you hoping to get here?"