Strike Me Down, But Don't Strike My Heart
03-07-2015, 07:59 PM
Through narrowed eyes he would regard the man they were dealing with, wondering if he might clarify his offer. He was unimpressed with the vagueness of the offer they were presented with, as was Katja. She quickly asked for specifics, devoid of any pleasantries in her manner of speaking. His own speech was typically more pleasant, though he was wary from the recent battle, and tired of the sniveling child they had been dragging around. The words of the child's father were growing more annoyed. "I don't appreciate the attitude," the brute would snap sharply, his lips flaring into a sneer at the sudden, albeit subtle annoyance in his words. "Though I'd urge you to get used to such trades if you teach your children to wander off and get into trouble." Came his words of warning. Lone children were easy targets for slave trading, and having a parent who let their children wander off unattended only made such things easier. He finally offered specifics. Three large kills, a season of smaller game, AND a favor. Though it had to be within reason. Who knew what sort of thing he might consider reasonable? Though, he seemed far too honorable for his own good, and it seemed unlikely he would go back on his promise. And if he did... he'd be lucky to still be standing after denying them. "This sounds fair," he said finally, looking to Katja for her input. Truthfully, he was growing tired of the girl and he was ready to trade her, even if the result was less than ideal. "Though if you go back on your word to us, we won't hesitate to find you and cause you more harm than you could ever imagine. What do you say, Katja?" |
WARNING: Kaprasíus is extremely prone to violence, including maim fights & character claiming.
Katja is also welcome in any and all of his threads, without warning.
He also has a bush viper companion named Jǫrmungandr.