Just A Dream

Attention remained fixed on the raven woman and her talk of battle and something of Valhalla.  Aerndís couldn't help but wonder if they shared similar beliefs.  She of her spirits and the viking of this Valhalla…. but all the same their battle, if it was to occur, would be put on hold and her offer of joining Arcanum would fall to the wayside as well. "Very well." The gladiatrix shrugged and let her attention turn to the still dueling pair of warriors.  Honestly, she wasn't really expecting anyone to except her offer she was in the vicinity and figured Cataleya would appreciate her attempts to recruit more skilled warriors.  Although… she had said there was a slave shortage at Arcanum's last meeting.  Gaze shifted to the remaining male and the red female, lavender eyes lingering on the boy for a moment.  She wasn't all that enthralled with slave collecting.

With thrashing violence the second fight soon came to a close.  How poetic that one victor was black as the silken night and other a white and fridgid as winter itself.  Quaint really.  She stood back watching the drama unfold.  Oh, this was fun!  All she needed was a good bone to chew on and she could watch this play out all day.  

Aerndís approaches the white woman's right side, leaving a good six feet between them so as not to encroach on her personal space. "Another impressive battle.  In my time I have not seen the equal of you two.  When you're healed I should like to fight you as well… but at the moment I'm just inquiring if you've any interest in joining a pack of warlike minded individuals such as yourself, hm?" Surely, it never hurt to ask?

"Speech"