Avita impulsively drops to one knee as she takes the warrant and letter of credit, then snaps to full height again. "Thank you sir," she says neutrally. Five hundred doesn't seem like a lot at this stage, but it's enough for a better bow.

She turns and moves aside to let the rest of the team take their cheques, then stops. Turns back over her shoulder. "We've asked the Temple of Wee Jas if they could put some attention to this "cursed wound"
business". She says. "I don't know what they're doing about it, but they should have one of those spears to look at; experts in Death and Magic for a matter of Death and Magic and all. At the very least they should be told we have some available for the looking-into-itness"