The Strix clacked his beak at the news that he hadn't simply brought low a petty criminal, but a budding serial killer. If anything, he was even more satisfied with his well-timed strike, even if he saw the necessity now for Dune to negotiate with the man to find out where his brethren were. Her request for a... trade for the man's eye was a novel approach, but Gaius gave her a shrewd look and didn't deny her outright. He was hungry, but he had an inkling of what might be at stake.
Not that he wouldn't try to get his pound of flesh in the exchange, of course. He was an omen, not some creature of good fortune.
“I could be convinced,” the raven said coyly, tipping his beak down as he turned his head to fix one eye on Dune. It might have been cute if he hadn't been holding an eyeball in his talons. “What do you offer to trade?”
Not that he wouldn't try to get his pound of flesh in the exchange, of course. He was an omen, not some creature of good fortune.
“I could be convinced,” the raven said coyly, tipping his beak down as he turned his head to fix one eye on Dune. It might have been cute if he hadn't been holding an eyeball in his talons. “What do you offer to trade?”