At Danger's Doorstep

Tyrian slowly sank to into a seated position as the woman spoke. So far she had made no mention of what she wanted (or simply hoped for) in return for her gifts, but from the start Tyrian had been convinced she wanted something - and that feeling was confirmed when she concluded with her answer. She did want something. What exactly, he didn't yet know as for whatever reason she was playing coy with the answer and doing it a way that didn't even really hint at what she wanted. It was an approach he found interesting if a little strange. She was at once both fairly forward and vague.

Well, if she could be blunt then he felt he too could dispense with the niceties that tended to soften - and delay - getting to the heart of the topic at hand. "Alright," he said before pausing to take a deep breath. "What are you hoping for in exchange? Are you looking to join? Are you a trader looking to establish trade relations? A hunter for hire, perhaps? Surely you can see my confusion over the matter as you have yet to be forthcoming with your reason for bringing a gift - and offering more - to my pack." None of this he said unkindly. The young king was genuinely curious. Everything he'd mentioned he was interested in discussing and if none of what he'd thought of was what she wanted from him, well, that just made it all the more intriguing.