Rosewater Oasis Goodbye, sweet things

The priestess was still a trader. The habit of making bargains never left her, for it was an invaluable skill. The fire in her voice melted away as the wolf spoke of the sun accurately. I traded too, on a much larger scale. A bargain of sorts? What interests you, more importantly, what's in it for me? Gradient eyes reflected interest in the prospect of a deal.