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Arric listened interested, wondering what she would want in exchange. Akavir, dared her to speak more. Demanding almost that she lay her words absolute down in place. A power move of sorts, showing his rough around the edges as well as his dominant personality. He wondered if Akavir realized how much he had just given away of himself to a woman who knew her way around a room if he was right.

She wanted to learn to fight. Arric quickly assessed her form and body. She was small and lithe, she could take someone down from the knees and near the throat. But she would need to be careful not to get caught in larger arms or under larger body. She would need to learn to move swiftly and then back again. Her's would have to be mostly guerilla tactics and defensive.

He tilted his head, thinking. You'd be more suited for guerilla and defensive fighting.

That was all he said, but he also saw no reason that they couldn't accept. Neither one of them were attached, the question was could they both share. Arric could, he imagined, but could the men in her pack, could Akavir.

He wanted to ask her if her leaders were okay with her sharing herself like this, what if one of them had designs on her?