"It's diff'rent every damn time." Mutters the old man, to the corporeal-or-not question. "Werewolf? Whad? Bain't been no weres here for yeahs..." But then Roqoan's gone, and the old man shrugs and starts packing a pipe for a serious smoke.

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Kesten puts his mug of ale down, and nods. "Yes. Both payment and the gun have arrived. As Mistress Maple requested the gun, she is more than welcome to come see me at the earliest opportunity. But I suppose you're holding the purse strings, so payment can be relinquished..." He stands and makes his way to the blockhouse, returning with a coinbox.

"There you are, 800 gold. Don't open it in front of the Sczarni."