the blood fiend crossed his arms as he looked around at the offered workers. a small frown graced his lips before he looked over at the other. “none of them appeal to me.” the merchant sighed as he tilted his head, raven locks falling from his face. “a street urchin is more appealing than them. or you.” a wicked smirk came from him, the tip of his fang showing. “but-- i have a particular need tonight, ragnar....” he grabbed the male’s hand before opening it and dropping a large bag of gold in it. “i’m starving.” he motioned towards the workers. “which one do you like least and does poorly.”

@xvikingg:Try again

—Entonces asumire que eres de los lideres de ese grupo— expresó la morena sonriendo