The man in white-plumed hat seems absolutely livid at the moment, as is evident by the clinched fist coming down hard on the table. At any other time the noise from the blow would be enough to silence the noisiest of crowds, but this is no ordinary crowd.
"Done and done!" says Uulark as he scrounges up the gold and plunks it down. "Say, Rogash, we've got to lay our hands upon some gold, and QUICKLY! I'm just about out."
OOC: Say, IG, just how many bolts is a "couple" of boxes?
"An excellent idea, we'll get to it shortly, meantime do you have any alchemist's fire?"
Talashia observes this with some interest, then says, "I'm going to try to talk to the winner.At least one of you needs to stay here and keep an eye on White Plume."
OOC: Thanks, I think?We'll say 20 each, so 40 total. You're gonna need 'em.![]()
"4 eyes are better then two. I will stay with Shai. be careful sis."