Alert! Alert! Alert!
Of course she would. She was a merchant, sly and dirty but yet a merchant. The god of any merchant was money and profit, and in this deal they were going to profit so much out of it.
At least they were going to trade useless races to them by the invaluable bones of mine.
[All the amount you can provide] I acted like a tycoon.
[We can provide much more than you can imagine!]
[Just do the maths and tell me for each single bone of mine, how many races can I get] I sent to her while ending such useless discussion here.
If she already agreed, then it was useless to keep talking about other matters like this. After all, I still held a grudge towards her for not telling me about this dirty trade.
As for what I was going to do with those races, the answer was simple. What I mostly lacked during this moment of the apocalypse?