Rosewater Oasis I speak in plastic

casually coughs while digging up a vulture oc to throw at them :D

He wanted a chance to peek at them. Perhaps such a thing could be bargained, for the right price. A slow hum tickled at her throat—a light chuckle in rare form, as her body loomed itself, bending beneath his chin in a sultry way. 

There was always a price with her, no matter the individual she dealt with. Like a bridge troll, she was. None would pass without first paying their dues.

But then when he struck her with what just so happened to be the strangest idea to befall his lips, she halted abruptly, turning now to block his path. A vulture?! Lip curling, she growled. Have you lost your mind? If we can't even trust a deranged canine we can easily find again, how the hell can we trust a vulture? For all we know, they'll just fly away with our treaure, and we would never see them again!