<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/597972275559530517/599775603046219797/Death_Freya.png)</div>Freya sighs and gives McCree a look that screams; "I do not believe you one bit", but she crouches down and plops a bag of gold on the counter above her before popping back up.<br/><br/>"I'm slightly worried about that arm, so I want you to come back later. But since you are running errands, could I ask you to pick up a few tiny things for me?" Freya tilts her head. The favor was more of a way to get McCree to come back then anything else. But she did really need to stalk up on some herbs.<br/><br/>