Olivia shrugged her wings. She’d taken to using them more now that she didn’t have a leg—she could hover more reliably than she could walk. “I’ve already got… how many more chances than I deserve? If now’s when I go, then I think it was a pretty good run.” She glanced down at the wheeled cart. It was covered with a cloth, concealing the bits of precious metals tucked inside. This was the offer that would hopefully interest the Storm King’s troops. 