Knock Knock

Basilisk introduced himself as the new warlord of the Armada - a title that made her sigh internally - and Corbie nodded. "I wish you the best with your new responsibilities," she told him politely. He brought up the possibility of trade, which piqued her interest. "Certainly we would be interested in trade." She was wary about offering too much information about what goods they had, after the viking wolves had crept in like thieves in the night to raid them, but she couldn't spend her life looking over her shoulder expecting betrayal of her trust or she'd never accomplish anything. "We mostly offer sheepskins, woven wool products, meads, and pottery, but we do also offer raw materials in the form of wool, honey, and sheep, and we are always willing to offer training in any of our skills. What was it you were looking to acquire?"