Negotiated Truce

<Motsog inspects the wares meticulously with a lens. While he does so, you can feel the bouncers breathing down your neck. After the shady merchant is done, he stores the jewelry in a box and tosses you a bag of money.>

It was a pleasure doing business with you. I'd suggest running along to your friend now and not showing either of your faces here ever again. Begone.

<name>! What took you so long? I feared they gave you an early visit to the afterlife. So, what is it? Am I safe?

<Talvash opens the bag and looks exasperated.>

What?! This is only half of what I was promised! Oh, this damn cutthroat, sleezy slimebag, and damn his very threatening bodyguards too! Well, atleast I am not dead, correct? I have to thank you for that - really, I am grateful! You stuck out your neck for me without even hesitating, that's something not so common nowadays. Hopefully these thugs will not care to bother me again.

But do tell me: the jewelry you delivered in my stead, are you a jewelcrafter by chance? If so, please let me share one of my patented designs with you for your valiant heroism!