Arcata blinks, taken aback by the brash sensibility of the offered deal. Who would have thought a tree would think so clearly or, indeed, at all? Quickly she hurries after, falling into step alongside him. Him? Her? It? She remembered reading that plants were all both sexes at once, but trying to think of a pronoun to encompass THAT gave her a headache.
"Of course," she agrees. "That's more than fair. When we reach a small river going out to see we'll turn to follow it inland, then watch for a high wooden wall. That'll be the Trading Post."
She took a deep breath.
"As for the Swordlords...well, they try to present a public face of unanimity, but really it's just a council of privileged, unscrupulous landowners all scheming for an advantage over the others..."
Arcata, as it turned out, had plenty to say on that subject...
"Of course," she agrees. "That's more than fair. When we reach a small river going out to see we'll turn to follow it inland, then watch for a high wooden wall. That'll be the Trading Post."
She took a deep breath.
"As for the Swordlords...well, they try to present a public face of unanimity, but really it's just a council of privileged, unscrupulous landowners all scheming for an advantage over the others..."
Arcata, as it turned out, had plenty to say on that subject...