Knock Knock

”Ah, thank you” he said, a little surprised with her well wishing. He didn’t know where she had stood with the Armada, but so far his interactions with her had all been cordial. She sounded interested in trade, which could prove to be promising. He made a mental note of the resources she believed she could offer.

“If I could interest you in trading a sample of each of your materials - minus the sheep - my pack could decide for themselves what they like. In return, I can offer materials mined from the mountains, goods crafted with leather and metal work.” He placed his offer between them


"Basilisk Fatalis"