He isn’t nervous as he tosses the bag of gold onto your counter. You own the small trade shop by his clan’s territory in the high, snowy mountains. He and his warriors have always appreciated the random yet helping items you always have for low prices. Yet, even with your low prices, he wants to impress you.

As the leader of his small barbarian tribe, he’s stupid rich. He glances down at the gold ingots and coins spilled across the wooden counter, then up at you gauge your reaction. He wants to court you, even if you are a weak human running a small shop. He doesn’t care. He thinks you’re perfect, and he’s in pure, unadulterated love. He figures money is the best way, since all humans like it, and because it is how those in his tribe show their want for courtship. Or, at least, that’s what he was taught.

He waits, but as you seem to stare down at the gold with shock, he speaks, his tone gruff, “Thorgarr wants everything. Buy all.”

Despite his broken English, he knows you understand him. You have for years, since you first placed your shop here.