The Meeting

[Thunderer]

*Olaf rises his eyebrow*

Hm. Well. As for the first suggestion, I can agree. I don't... *hick* I don't bloody care about how good you fly, I just need those goods far from the pigs. As for the Sairs - do whatever you want. It is only certain that they're hopeless, infidels.

*Impatient, he drinks a bit of his mead*

However, you also mentioned my women. MY women. I already gave you Helga. More women would me... *hick* would mean a greater discount. I can give you one of my spares per minimum one... Two... Err... Five... *hick* Oh. Let an old man think. Hm. Errr... One hundred and... and ten thousand would be enough. No less. So, how much do you need to do that work?

*Impatient to finally drink that mead, Olaf rises his mug to knock it with Andrew's*

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