The Shepherds seemed all business on the outside, but on the inside lay total chaos. Most of them bought into her many schemes to sell them specialized goods. Although, Chrom seemed pretty dense. For a prince.
She simply tutted and flicked another shimmering coin into a leather pouch. Times like that, sitting in her tent, counting up inventory and money, quickly became a time of peace and rest. While she enjoyed the crazy company of many Shepherds, she needed a little solitary time.
Besides, there's nothing quite like being in a group like the Shepherds. "Opportunity of a lifetime, really," she hummed, sliding the last of the coins into a bulging pouch, proceeding to cinch it up and toss it into a pile of identical pouches.
