"It is rude you know, to refuse someone's very expensive whiskey." Walden told her with a glance as he poured himself a drink and downed it in a single smooth gulp. He had to admit his mood was a little sour thanks to a certain failed attempt yesterday at obtaining a curse-breaker.
"But that is not why we are here, evidently." Walden said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet bag that jingled with the coins in it. "I'll give you half now, half when you crack the curses on the box." It sounded like a fair offer. It was a generous offer but the truth was he was desperate to find out what the box was guarding. "Tell me you know something about Egyptian Hieroglyphs?"