Zarraema:

The priestess nodded and counted out thirty silver pieces. She kept her voice low as she spoke, "This should cover Kelzir and my part of the cost with a little more for your service in obtaining them. Thank you."

"Will we be remaining here for now, or is there some destination in the city that you are bound to until the evening?"


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((Oh, OF COURSE the rogue rolls well. <checks Fistar's dice> Not that Zarraema would even try sensing his motives on this. She's suspicious, but has been trying to quell it for so long that it's just...normal.))