"Because I'm not asking you to trust me," Reidar said. "I'm making you an offer. Take the skills, use them in the raid, and we both get what we want. Or refuse, stay weak, and die because of infighting."
Silence fell over the clearing.
Moonlight glinted off Seraphine's white braid as she shouldered through the crowd while her bow rested on her back.
Reidar hadn't been able to find her at all during this whole ordeal, so her appearing here, not scared, not feeling threatened was a huge surprise.
Instead, she was there, as if she understood Reidar's intentions from the start, and most importantly, she believed in what he said.
The archer stopped at the edge of the circle, studying the scene. At that point Reidar noticed that… she was really young. Twenty five at best.
"You didn't leave," Reidar said.
