Maybe it's a dream

She chuckled. "You'd still be too big to fit into a chest" she was amazed how that scrawny kid from his parents' pack who used to follow her around was so tall "do you have no concept of how much you've grown, Merc?" She smirked at him from the corner of her eye, taking another sip of the gross (in her humble opinion) wine. She was quite sure it was fine for anyone who was used to it though. She wasn't.

"Visit is a strong word" Wren pointed out grimly "I had gifts made for them, to secure some sort of alliance and friendship. If anything, I feel like I was buying them" She frowned, placing the wine to the side now "still not used to this diplomacy thing. Asteria kept to itself and had no real allies except trade partners." She doubted if Asteria had been in deep shit, that anyone would show up to help. Maybe Merc's pack though.

It felt weird to 'buy' someone's alliance with gifts. She felt it was a cheap shot. "But at least I have you to help me." She eyed him, grateful.

"Speech"