Sigmarr growled, the anger within him beginning to stifle the fear. This bitch… how dare she. Yet he took her words to heart. He could smell the pack scent on her and with her skill it was believable that she would climb quickly. Action against her could bring a pack of warriors down on Ebony. He couldn't risk that…. but the more she spoke the more he wanted to kill her. Just remove her from the face of the fucking earth. Perhaps he could hide the body? Prevent Arcanum from finding her? No… no he couldn't risk it. Aern hadn't made a move yet anyway but if she did…. Sigmarr took deep breaths as she spoke her offer. On the outside it sounded good, a possibility, however… "I can't trust you. You'd turn us over for profit in a heartbeat. Leave us be Aerndís, I doubt the Tsanka will come all this way anyway." Sigmarr turned to leave, anxious to just get this meeting over with and to pretend it never happened.
