The last woman who made a proposition dragged him into a conflict with the temple that was still a work in progress. He had no idea what this woman was selling, but he wasn't buying it.
Her proposition was obviously going to involve whatever the hell that goblin was.
He wanted none of it if he could help it, though his gut told him it was inevitable.
She glanced at him with a calm expression.
"For someone with noble blood you certainly do speak your mind…"
Damon sighed over the crackling of the flames.
"What gave you that impression…"
She glanced at him from head to toe. He was still wearing the crown from earlier. She couldn't imagine anyone but a noble who would have the audacity to wear that.
'Though … I'll have to admit he is outrageously audacious…'
"I can tell from your gait… however allow me to get straight to the point…"
Damon was getting tired of this woman and was not in the mood to deal with hidden schemes.
