Big Salmon Lake dribble

"Give me solid evidence and I'll pay your 'price'."

Vlad gulped back a shocked noise. She really give price?! Either she didn't understand what he meant by price (penis, by the way), or she was one of those mythical travelling whores that he heard tell of, trading their bodies for information and favours. The threats that followed fell on deaf ears; Vlad had lived this long with both eyes and testicles intact.

Her mounting dislike of only made things worse. Vlad was intrigued now - by her beauty, by this group she spoke of, and the flourish with which she delivered every word. It was rare that he met anyone so refined on the road.

He stopped in front of her, grinning like a fool. "How I prove to you? I say I see - that is truth. Now you heving to test me!"