"Hmmm. What a waste of a day."
She didn't have much luck in bartering for more information. Rumors were cheap tricks to chase down the grain of truth in them, but everything turned into a dead end. She had a few lionesses she was trying to find decent pairings for. Many of them probably thought her work wasn't that hard, but she took pride in the way she played the political game, and researched the potential males. Were they decent men? Did they at least work hard? Were they the time to strive forward in their careers, or fall down into the pits of drunkeness? She wasn't about to give a lioness more than she could handle, but she always wasn't one to sully and bloodlines, either. They were proud of who they were, and wanted the best for themselves and their futures.
A few decent men stuck out. Sure, not all of them would be faithful, but they would bring back riches from their treks, and some women only wanted the power that could bring them. Socially, politically, or even physically, in producing strong children. Warlord Ushindi was still strong enough now, but if some of these ladies played their cards right, they could be mothers to a future warlord.
Creiddylad gathered up her little bartering trinkets; not very flash or pretty, but it could work as a type of currency for fishing out rumors, loosening lips, or jogging memories. The clink-clink sound they made as she scooped everything into a small bag made from different scraps of leather could attract attention...but when the sun set, Creid usually liked to make it home. The night was cold at times, and she was not a lioness to allow herself mild displeasure, such as feeling cold.
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