Dagg

Seeing no way to accurately judge the gem's worth (and knowing that his own judgement in these matters is woefully inadequate) Dagg pockets the gem, muttering "About a hundred each... a pretty penny in any case," to no one in particular.

Dagg nods appreciatively to Karos for healing him. "You healing me... That won't bind me by any chance to your immortal masters in the planes above, will it? Because I'd rather not be lieged to some sort of jesterly god of pranks. I take a dim view of such things, you know. A dwarf's life is one thing, but being bound into the service of something that I know is going to screw me over..." He continues ranting for a while, then forgets what he is talking about. He blinks twice and looks back at Karos. Anyway, thanks."