"I don't think you realize the danger inherent in these creatures. Please, I'm offering you a great deal of gold for them. Let me destroy them. You did so earlier, and the action was free, without hope of renumeration, simply from the goodness of your heart, because you instinctively understood the evil these creatures represented. I won't fight you over them, nor will I hold it against you. I understand the drive for more gold--I was an adventurer myself. But I will be deeply disappointed in people I regard as saviors and could come to know as friends."She gives a hearty laugh at herself, finally drifting back into the conversation. "Vaunea want talk to TURTLEDOME! guy. He like monsters. He like Vaunea..."
Once the drawing is complete, Vaunea picks up the paper and shoves her horn through the skeletal face. She looks around the room and shows the picture "Vaunea no need magic. Vaunea funny. Hahaha! Skeleton die."
Well, we did have a close look at these things while they were ripping up your paper brain and making little rat babies out of the scraps. I, for one, won't argue when you say they're dangerous. I'm just as happy to never see them again. I accept your offer and I'll even say you're being generous and thank you for it."I don't think you realize the danger inherent in these creatures."
"Odd, is it not, how people often preface the rudest statements with 'And not to be rude or anything...'? I offer you money, and you blame me for the creation of a logistical problem? You've had many an unfortunate turn of phrase since we begun our discussion, and I blamed that upon your youth and exposure to a rather harrowing experience. However, I will not tolerate such disrespect in my home, regardless of the gratitude I feel for your rescue. Consider this a warning. If you continue to speak to me in such a manner and attempt to extort further services and rewards from me based upon your rescue, I shall ask you to leave my home. Is that understood? No one likes the hero who demands life, home, wealth, and liberty from the public as a reward for his heroism."And not to be rude or anything, but what do we do with all these coins? Do we just carry this box around with us, traipsing through town? At least two horns here should keep the cutpurses away. You know, I never really considered all the logisitical challenges of being an adventurer. This might be harder than I thought.