Overture Downs So it begins

Morgäna snorted at the male. "Foolishness, that will one day get you killed." A simple truth he may or may not agree with, but he did so at his own peril. As for him getting work done, well she would not argue with that. A brow was raised at the males off of a deal and yet Morgäna couldn't help but chuckle a bit at what he spewed forth. "Work to be paid with something that is little more then bones and fur? I think not." The women paused here, pushing down another laugh that threatened to bubble up. "I have a far better one for you; catch me a fawn and I'll see what I can do." The women offered a light smirk upon such, knowing he just may refuse..but well that was on him; she cared little which way he wished to go about it. She neglected to mention the other part of this 'deal', one he would see upon and depending on his answer.