"If you want a formal contract, we can do that, but I don't think you'll care for my terms." Greyjay takes a swig of water from a skin at his side and passes it over to Asra - he'll need to replace the fluids he's lost. It's not ideal, but it should help with the lightheadedness.

"But I thought that both of us getting what we needed and getting out alive would've been fair enough." He bites at his bottom lip, considering his words before speaking again. Should he poke at this particular wound? Eh, why not. "I hate to tell you this, but I've heard every variation on that particular sting. I know what I am. I was born into the field and it's been my calling for more than a decade."

"If you wanna try to hurt me, wait until we're back in the city and you can slap me, but you don't know what'll bite my belly."