Redtail Rise the business man

he's covered in pungent crimson, and she can't resist a smile as he greets her with his usual tactile submission.

fitting, that. he's killed recently.

you are Ulfhedinn, Avicus tells him without preamble, stepping back to give him a solemn stare. hunh' leadh'er. 'hank you for bein' 'hloyal.

and that is that. will he accept?

why wouldn't he accept?

even if he finds it overwhelming, her word is law.

these thoughts cascade through her mind and she clamps them down, focusing instead on his expression, his posture, waiting for his response.