Remi Krevel

"Ten gold pieces a day and food. Not bad, not bad at all. I'll take it!" Remi beamed and extended his right hand to shake Master Maff's.

"Do we need to sign anything? Oh, but before I do, a few queries if I may. If it's not something to be kept a secret, may I know as to the destination of this caravan? Also, would you be opposed to the idea of me peddling some of my own goods during the trip? I happen to be a businessman as well, a parfumeur if you must ask. A no-name perfumer, just starting out, but I am planning to make it big someday! Who doesn't, yes?" he turned to his companions, as if expecting them to automatically nod. "I have samples here if you want to try them out. They're of good quality, and quite revolutionary in terms of the scents I am able to produce, that much I can be proud of!"

"And lastly," he paused, unsure whether to ask the question or not, but he continued, "...exactly what sort of magical examination is required?" he finally finishes with an awkward smile.