"And what do i get in return?" Padlock asked Gray.
Gray chuckled a bit, "Simple. You get the satisfaction of a good laugh before you die!"
Padlock laughed, "Good! Very good, boy! I like the way you think. In that case, let us do that. This old man has been bored in this black forest day and night. I don't mind the entertainment of your death."
As he said this, he turned around and walked away.
Gray on the other hand, turned to Reala, "Do you also need a bet?"
Reala shook her head, "Just know that even if you die in there, I will still go in to retrieve your..."
"My blood, right?" Gray completed her sentence. After all, that is the only thing that you are after.
Shamelessly, she nodded at him.
Gray nodded back. The banshees were really a tribe driven solely by the desires. It was easy to handle them.
What he actually wanted was the army that the other tribes could provide.
