Mundy sucks air through his teeth at the pounding of the door, then walks over and opens up the door.

"Emmerling." He says slowly. "We were just discussing [i]business[/i]. The full repairs have to wait, Miss Lilith here has requested a good sum of our stock in paymeant for the death of that creature."

"She's using it to repair her guild." Cliver amends hastily. "She also needed some professionals to help with that, but boss said there was no way he could spare the men."