"I got no reason to keep you alive."

Varrock's words echoed inside her head.  Based on his words and attitude it seemed like he was going to kill her regardless of what she offered him.

Assallya sighed.  This ruffian was truly bereft of foresight.  She pirouetted, continuing her dance as she studied the back and side of his happy-faced helmet.  She had to lest the ogre sized goblin escape her spell's effect.  For a moment she considered stopping, rendering herself invisible and thus let the bastard extorting her deal with the creature alone.  The only problem with that is that the rock could be tossed at her as easily as the monster.

"Fine," she stated with some resignation, "I assure you.  I have no interest in wasting magic on someone I could more readily buy.  Enchantments, geases, wear off and when they do all become enemies.  It is coin that buys loyalty, not magic.  I have two trade bars of gold hidden inside the wagon.  Money doesn't interest me -only power.  You may have one now and one additional if you accompany me through these ruins."