Wolves’ den
"So, who gets what?" Ku Lo asked the inevitable question while staring at the bloody corpse.
"You, everything, if you agree to help me."
Looking up, he found Za Huan leaning onto a new sword. It was fitted with nine turquoise gemstones and made from a bright, silvery metal, much unlike the mundane bronze weapon that she had used before. "Despite how poor I might look, the debts we owe can't be repaid with a single mediocre mine. Either one of us offers something of equal value, or we fight it out."
She tensed when he finished his sentence, but calmed herself down with a sigh. "Whatever you kill is yours, all I want is someone having my back against the frenzied wolves."
" … Alright."
He stretched out his hand to stow away the rock grizzly, but found himself unable to. The storage ring's capacity was insufficient.