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Ladruca's eyes widen in disbelief when he hears how much gold the brothers are asking for.
How could a town this small possibly have more than a single gold piece between everyone living here? And they expect us to just hand them more than two thousands pieces?
When he hears Nostro's blunt request he shakes his head internally.
F@&*ing paladins are all the same. No showmanship at all and all of them as blunt as hammers.
He steps forward and clears his throat to draw the brothers' attention.
"I believe what my companion meant to say is that we are quite short on gold at the moment and will be staying here for the forsee able future. We were asking around last night and rumor has it that you might have some paying work that needs doing?
He smiles and throws the brothers a wink
"After all one needs money if he is to buy such fine items from such a wonderful shop."
Goodness! But those men talk so so much. Is that how they sell things to people? By talking fast at them? How strange... And what are Nostro and Ladruca doing? They seem to be contradicting one another?? Did they do that on purpose? Anyway, I doubt there will be anything here for me. Just have a quick look and then get on...
Filiana will have a quick look around but unless there is something that specifically meets her criteria, she will just window-shop and then be on her way to her other destinations.
Viktor would nod, looking around at the others to see what they wished to do. There was a long yawn for a moment before he smiled and gave a roll of his shoulders.
"I think I shall stay here today then. I am certain there will be things that I can help you move around with, get the place tidied and cleaned." It would be a good opportunity to take in what was the late professor's home, to learn more about the man who hired him time and time again and took him to such far and exotic locales. He would wave the rest of the group off as they went out about their day, Gunnar lazily sitting with Gregor and napping by the necromancer's feet. He would move with the lady throughout the house, tending to the heavy lifting and the cutting of additional firewood outside to refill the lumber pile. When he returned up to the library, where the young woman was sorting through books, he would clear his throat and step beside her.
"I have to say, you've been taking this news very...solidly. There are many that wouldn't have the fortitude to keep pressing onwards so diligently." His voice remained low as he spoke, that soft nature of the warrior shining through again. Tentatively, he reached out to her shoulder and placed his hand upon it, his eyes searching hers for a moment before he spoke again.
"I am not much more than a warrior, an experimental alchemist at best as well. I..I just want you to know that your father was one of the best I had ever met. If there is anything you need from me, do not hesitate to ask." He watches her carefully, trying to ensure that she was really alright and if she was holding things back, if that mask was cracking.