Knock Knock

Basilisk looked about himself with some curiosity as the other leader led him through her pack. The scent of sheep reached him before he passed the livestock pastures, and he did pay attention to what she had. He’d need to decide what if any he’d find worthy to trade for.

“Thank you” He said, seating his long limbs by the fire as he sampled the mead she had brought back for him. It was vastly different to what they had in the Armada. Especially when apples would be considered a novelty in his pack. When she returned, it was with a fairly well packed skin full of interesting scents. “You’re trusting me, giving me the samples first. I won’t forget it, Corbie” He told her solemnly, intending to put together his own package once he’d gotten back to the pack. “The mead is good, vastly different to what we have in the Armada. I’ll include some of our own alcohol in the samples” he said with a grin


"Basilisk Fatalis"