Rosewater Oasis I dream in oily fluorescent swirls

No level of familiarity, it seemed, might ever be enough. Widower was an unpredictable creature, largely feral- and yet in spite of all of her rough edges and her hasty actions, he felt compelled to keep her around. He did not fear her skill or power, as he knew his own capabilities- though he advertised them very little. 

"Of course. If we could talk business for one moment longer-" He said, hoping she'd be amenable. "You could be in charge of the treasures, if you'd like. Appraise what comes in, lead some expeditions treasure-hunting, and oversee the safekeeping of said treasures. You could enjoy a rank in the leadership, first feeding, your pick of the bounty as payment...And?" He asked. She could name her price; it was all in the game of bargaining. "It's open to you, Widower: what you want to do, what you want to be called, and what you want for your work."