Keeva shifts her weight uncomfortably. Five grand. Five grand five grand five grand; fourteen hours, metal cogs mostly. Plating. Dust. Lots and lots of dust hate the dust but five grand? Thats... a whole lot but how am I going to get it get it get it get it hey wait a second. Wait a second. That... that mage. Is he reading my mind?
Keeva looks up at the mage, two sentences coming out of her. In her mind, Are you... can you hear me? And aloud, "I'll take the five grand."