Time for trade

Basilisk could only watch in amusement as she immediately trotted over and explored the bundle he had laid out. She moved things around, looking through it all with that same careful way she catalogued things. He knew she would be making a mental list of everything she could see before her. He waited, patient now that he knew her better, for her to reach some conclusions.

“The mead isn’t for the healers” he said with an amusement snort, swiping the bottle from the pile and placing it next to him. With Oleander now in charge of the healers den, it seemed it would be harder to swipe a drink here and there. “Excellent, now we need to put together a package of our own with same samples for Avalon. Precious stones, some leather crafted by Charleton, some star maps from Andromeda, any other ideas?” She was intimately familiar with Armada’s supplies by now.


"Basilisk Fatalis"