"You'll be facing a fighter in the blood ring. Not exactly in the contract however the pay should be good. They want to make sure that you're a horse worth betting on." Greta mused, her hands shuffling through the contents of the documents in her hand as she handed it over to Andrew.
"What do you think of Harven Steinweaver?" Andrew's tone as calm as a glacier. Greta's brow rose in bewilderment, stunned with how Andrew came to know about Harven. "That he's a pig on the chopping block. Sooner or later he'll meet what's coming to him."
Her words though poised were laced with bitterness. "That's quite an interesting perspective of your business partner." His words making her brows furrow. "Then in that case what do you think of me? As a horse that you can bet on? Some kid with a bizarre talent for fighting or something completely different?"
