"My good man", the half-orc laughed, pointing at the bag, "That's all you have to trust, not me!"Dungannon said:"After what you two pulled at our last meeting, why should we trust you now?"
"Yes sir, we had discussed a different amount, but this is genuine coin of the realm", explained Fatwon. "With a pound of this you can buy ten pounds of talk."Salix said:"Is this the half up front. It seems a little light. I think the orb might be worth more on the open market.",
El Jefe said:"Yes sir, we had discussed a different amount, but this is genuine coin of the realm", explained Fatwon. "With a pound of this you can buy ten pounds of talk."
Kamdar seemed amused. "Just how many rooms do you have here?", he asked with a smirk.Salix said:"We need to talk to our client. Obviously, we don't have the orb on us. Would you mind if we went to our room and had a private discussion vis a vis compensation. We will be back in ten minutes."
OoC: Sounds good.Salix said:OOC: Devlin and Ryland need to make a plan and interact with Brigit to see what she wants. Ryland has a plan for handling the exchange and trying to figure out how to incriminate the killer
Oh.. I forgot... perhaps you could excuse yourselves. we'll meet in your room in ten minutesEl Jefe said:Kamdar seemed amused. "Just how many rooms do you have here?", he asked with a smirk.
OoC: You realize that you are in Devlin's room, right? I'm not sure where you plan to go...OoC: Sounds good.
Kamdar was clearly enjoying the awkward position he had placed the hapless adventurers in. "I've a better idea", he ventured, tossing Ryland a key. The gnome deftly snatched the implement in midair. "That's the key to my room down the hall. I'll keep this", he suggested, patting the jingling bag on the table, "as security for its safe return."Salix said:Oh.. I forgot... perhaps you could excuse yourselves. we'll meet in your room in ten minutes
El Jefe said:Kamdar was clearly enjoying the awkward position he had placed the hapless adventurers in. "I've a better idea", he ventured, tossing Ryland a key. The gnome deftly snatched the implement in midair. "That's the key to my room down the hall. I'll keep this", he suggested, patting the jingling bag on the table, "as security for its safe return."