“A sovereign,” Aurin seemed to roll the word around in his mouth for a long moment. There was a thoughtful smile on his face as he ran his fingers across the table towards the half-full bottle of whiskey. Strong fingers curled around the bottle as he lifted it from the table and dragged it roughly across the table towards himself. “Done and done. A sovereign for the mage, and ten silvers for each of his helpers. If the mission takes too long then I’d be happy to renegotiate it all with you. Drink with me to seal the deal?”
He slowly poured her drink first, careful not to waste a golden drop to the hungry wood of the table or the floor. “Well,” His voice was an easy drawl, the smile on his face nothing if not inviting, as was the look in his sapphire gaze. “Now that’s something I’d love to talk about. Mutual satisfaction is the best kind I’d say, and funny. I don’t charge for it either.”
However the fight was heating up, and now he was forced to lean forwards more, his armor shifting as he does so. The sounds and smells of a fight distracted him slightly from the conversation at his own table. His eyes flickered up from her face and from the way her tongue to a sight over his shoulder and an amused look came to his eyes.
“Left shoulder, he’s got a chair.”, he commented with a nod of his head towards her, just a friendly warning.