You know what would persuade me.

( Her husband's corpse, a token of his death. That certainty. And will she be a widow, then, merry? Or perhaps she will weep for him.

All the same, the feat is asked. This time, she turns the hardness of her gaze onto this man, fully. Let him gaze back at his own expense. )

Do it. Kill the Beastmaster. And send me word. Then we'll be friends, you and I. And we'll speak of Matthias.