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“Aiding us in wartime would be unnecessary and not something I would ask out of you and your wolves, Deirdre.” The smoky reticence of the gangster's deep baritone softened to assure. Teaghlaigh would be able to hold their own but there was no advantage to more warriors when the exact same thing that Skellige offered Deirdre was apart of Arturo's own deal with the sea titan. In fact, the Leviathan had seemed eager to retake the Isle from his usurpers as Arturo had told his story to him. In hindsight, the Fearghal patriarch was glad that he had rebuked the offer with composure and assertion. It had not been the time and as it stood, Ravensblood Forest had long since proven to be much more beneficial to the gangster and his Family (and in extension, Skellige and his wolves). “You've got warriors and healers — what do you think would best benefit Donnelaith to have from an alliance with Teaghlaigh? What do you seek ...you want? What can Teaghlaigh be for you and yours?” Furiosa and him had not been able to come up with anything to offer her and as loath as Arturo was to parlay on the back foot he thought Deirdre to be quite reasonable and agreeable. She could set the terms, if she so wanted. It would be easy enough to take back to Teaghlaigh and take a Family vote upon. If not, he would have to put their combined minds together to come up with something that they could offer her that would entice her to accept it. The gangster was open to her ideas, if she had any.

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