"Well, you should. I certainly do. Corpses are a gruesome companion to war." He maintains the same blunt voice and plain-faced expression as before, but this time with a hint of sarcasm. "A killcount's not exactly something to be proud of, you know."

The more he hears of her, the less hopeful he is for an agreeable conversation. What started off with shaky hesitation quickly turned to wanting to take this person by the shoulders and shake them, but you weren't gonna see him doing that anytime soon. He had a job to do.

"For complaining about how much work it is, I don't see you pushing any carts. If you can procure enough arsenic to ruin the livelihood of the enemy, then feel free. I'm sure you'll be rewarded handsomely. Good luck trying your hand at that without the proper materials, though. For now, I think I'll stick to..." He waved at the contents of the wagon. "The goats."