Rosiotti tried his best not to flinch. There was, perhaps, a slight flicker a panic in his eye, the smallest twitch of an ear. But overall he was successful in hiding the brief moment of fear the skinwalker's quickly quelled fury had stirred in him. Best not to drag this out any longer. Clearly her patience was wearing thin, along with his chances of survival.

But it was also a good idea not to seem too eager. He took just enough time to ponder over the offer, though the answer was there the moment it was presented. He waited until the consideration of striking him down where he stood was clear in her eyes, then gave his response, "I'll do it. I'll kill...one of them. And you'll give me the corpse powder."

The nearest tree cawed ceremoniously towards the sky, "The deal has been made! It is done!" If that damned crow weren't so useful, Rosiotti would have devoured it long ago purely on the basis of how absolutely irritating it was. But without it he would never have found the skinwalkers. And he never would have been presented this opportunity, as suicidal as it seemed. And the bird did give him a good cue to leave on. Because it was right, the deal was done. And if he didn't get out soon, he would be too.

Kamiki
Hey, no worries! I'm in no hurry with this and it seems like it's coming to a close soon anyways. Feel free to wrap it up if you'd like. :')