It was almost a shame to have to give up the claw to the peddler of information, but the blind man's satchel did weight a lot less right now and that was relief to his shoulder at least. The Dragon of Flame was still alive somewhere in the world, and the silver-haired man would track the beast down and claim another of it's claws if he ever needed one. Either that or he'd just steal the one back off Ornestoro, but such thoughts were not crossing his might right now. All he wanted to hear were the words he sought; where he had to go next to find the crystal that was drawn upon the ancient scroll fragment. After a moment of revealing the item, Nomi brought the fragment of parchment into both his hands where he carefully, delicately folded it back up. Upon returning it to his satchel, the dark power that oozed off of it like the stink of a poisonous slime, vanished. The blind man 'looked' to his arm, brining it up before his face at arm's reach, where he tilted his head a fraction. The black colouring to his veins made it look like he had ink instead of blood, but all the silver-haired man could do was to smirk at it.

With a swipe of his arm through the air before him, the blind man 'shook' the blackness from his veins, causing a trail of black smoke to appear before him that wafted away instantly in the breeze, vaporising as it blew into the air. Brushing some of his long hair back behind his ear, Nomi's smirk faded to a frown as he listened to the words that were finally spoken to him, not being translated through the 'monk'. The blind man folded his arms across his chest and tapped the toes of his right foot upon the grass underneath, speaking no words to the D'ol Dathri as he aid that he required further payment for the information Nomi sought.
[color=teal][i]That's the trouble with rich bastards like you. You're greedy. Always wanting more, more, more. You assume you can milk me for even greater goods if you acknowledge my ability in being able to obtain the claw of a Dragon. I'd like to see your gold and your wealth save you from getting you stomach slit open.[/i][/color]
The silver-haired man thought to himself as he listened to the conversation Ornestoro had with the shaven-headed man. They spoke of Rathia, and the blind man cocked an eyebrow underneath his blindfold.

The cawing of the carrion birds had settled down a little now as the large birds grew brave enough to venture close to the slain men, where they tucked into their lunch. The bandit who brandished the club from earlier was starting to wake up, but sight of the blind man and his shaven-headed companion caused him to scramble to his feet and flee the scene. No attention was paid to him, as the blind man kept his attention focused on the peddler of information, watching him as he stepped closer. His words would have made the blind man roll his eyes, were he to have any. Nomi 'glanced' to Jintaru and the blind man couldn't help but grin and let out a small chuckle.
[color=teal]”Well well, that's the first time I think you've genuinely smiled today, old friend.”[/color]
The silver-haired man looked back towards Ornestoro and he shook his head from side to side a few times, his arms remaining folded across his chest.
[color=teal]”You shall get no more items from me, D'ol Dathri, but it sounds like you have something else in mind for your 'payment', if you mention Rathia and speak the word 'lucrative'. As for the crystal on the scroll fragment, I have a couple of ideas as to what it might be, but all I care for right now is to get my hands on it. If to achieve that, I need to do some of your dirty work, then so be it. I could use a little exercise. Your pathetic excuse for sell-swords to claim his head was hardly enough for a warm up.”[/color]
The blind man spoke up, jabbing a thumb in Jintaru's direction upon mentioning the head that was supposed to be claimed.