Northstar Vale Megalomaniac

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...I... probably should.. I'm sure they wouldn't mind, so long as we're not shorted in the deal. She shrugs, taking it upon herself to solidify things. What did the bison-wranglers know of the intricacies of herb-trading?

If yous stick around, you'll probably get the chance to meet Arktos or Nephele. They're real nice, both of em'- though Arktos is a big fucker- so don't get any ideas. She snickers, painting the strength of their claim with her words.

As they walked, the imp kept her muzzle mostly low to the ground, save when she'd chatter back and forth. She spotted a few mallow blossoms, dwindling on a bush that had mostly shed the last of its flowers. She would not inform Viskani of how precious the little things were, seeking to take most, if not all that remained to it. She too, could be conniving and selfish. Dreven had shorted her some on their last little escapade, being a fool and getting his silly little throat torn open, AGAIN. You'd think he'd know better, but then again, he had admittedly had zero control over it happening.... and she'd gotten to satisfy herself tending to him, so she couldn't truly be mad about it.

Gently, far gentler than she ever treated her patients, she would pluck a few of the blossoms from the low sprouting bush, careful not to puncture any with her teeth, needle-like and sharp as they were.