Marishka turned away as she hid away the paltry showing of gold she had presented, quite disappointed that he was not as generous as the last patron that she had encountered in Syliras--who happened also to be a woman. "I guess there's no helping it then," she pulled herself back up from the cart and looked him directly in the eye. Her form shivered in disgust at the man's arrogant sneer and pretentious attitude; she can now clearly see the things which Diem had warned her about. Yet she was still somewhat grateful that he tried to keep these hidden away. Perhaps he thought lowly of her? She would know soon enough. "Let us 'work' something out then. What is it that you may want in exchange for that piece?" She didn't even think of the things which the man could have thought of, since her focus had relegated itself completely to the silver piece in the cart. |