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In a selfish way, Salvia was glad to hear that Myrika had only been to the city once herself. This would be Salvia’s second trip, and first as a leader. It would give her a chance to re-familiarize herself with the landscape, especially with Pandemic’s assistance. She would make sure to memorize the lay of the land as much as she could before returning, and in that same thought, realized that finding someone capable of cartography might even further suit her needs. Imagine having a truly accurate map of these lands, especially if (and when, she thought with little doubt) war came again.
A thin smile cut across her face at the mention of her home’s mysterious nature. The idea of them having let too much on during the war had been a fear of Salvia’s, especially having spent so long away from the battlefield. Myrika’s further (and perhaps unwitting) admittance to what the clan desired lessened her fears that giving away such simple information might harm them.
One of her hands rose and made a sweeping motion, as if brushing away Myrika’s defensive posture. “Trade we can speak of freely. We look for things of value; crafts, trinkets—items that some might not see purpose in.” Such as jewels and gems. Even Salvia had begun keeping these, intending to trade them elsewhere. Her own decorations were simple; the two necklaces and ring were all symbols and potent sigils of her very existence. “Livestock. I suspect your clan might see the worth in that, at least,” she flicked one ear dismissively, fairly certain most might see no value in the items mentioned before that.
“If you wish,” she went on, tilting her head thoughtfully. “We can at least settle a trade agreement today. It isn’t an alliance,” the girl clarified. “But it’s a start.”