"It is not difficulte to take something. It's if a persone can keep ite which decides ife they are a loser or not." Neit gave a small bow of agreement, alrough it was partially just to make sure that it didn't come across as an insult... Which is kinda was, but more like a time-release one for if things went wrong. "...In my humble opinione, of course, Jabress."
The psion didn't perticularly enjoy the way things were going. Normally she would be fine knocking off a chunk of the price for some information, in order to make the job more survivable. But after being offered a measly 15,000G for killing a dragon... She didn't really feel like driving the price down any further this time. They could sell the 'parts' for more, of course, but that depended on managing to kill the thing first.
"Juste for you, Jabress, the terms are agreeable." The smile wasn't quite as full as it had been a minute ago, but it sounded a decent immitation of warm at least. "I truste your taste in housinge is exquisite. Dide you have ah specific date in minde?"