Well, it was somewhat refreshing to see someone as concerned about their loot as herself, but it did seem like that man's reaction was going a teensy-bit too far, with all the talk about human sacrifices in front of a practitioner of magic's gentler arts. If it wasn't for the fact that she had yet to actually sap any money from her investment, she would probably just hit him on the head with a hard object a few times and take him down before he goes through with his empty threats. Then, she caught something in his words and thought for a moment.

Instrument. He was referring to his 'loot' as an instrument. Wait...a 'lute'? He was getting this angry over a musical instrument? Was it made out of gold or something? Because if this mage's 'berserk' button was the loss of a musical instrument...no words, Aelitha had no words for this uneconomic person. No wonder he had no money on him when she first stripped him of his wet clothes and rifled through his pockets. That was a pretty unimpressive moment, if nothing else.

[b]“Don't touch your head,”[/b] Aelitha replied, dead-panned, [b]“I had to shave you bald to get a better look at the wound on your head. Skull fractured, remember? Anyways, it'll grow back over time.”[/b]

Of course, she really just shaved it because there was a market for human hair amongst the barbarian communities of Plegian. Something about substitution human-sacrifices, the type of backwater magic mumbo-jumbo that she didn't understood and stayed well away from. It was only worth a few gold in the end, but then again, it wasn't like her patient's hair was that luscious and silky the first place.