Erevan suppressed a laugh at the pittance they were afforded for travel fair. In the face of all the displayed wealth in her office, it seemed ridiculous. Hells, her [i]coaster[/i] was made of hammerdeep marble. It alone was worth more than she was giving them. Not even to speak of the crystal glass she sat upon it, or(according to Ezlan) the spirits inside it. 

[i]Spend a gold on the sandals and a copper on the spear. See where that gets you.[/i]

But he took the bag and the tube with a silent smile. With both in hand, he started for the door. 

"Well alright," he drawled, "C'mon boys, let's get a move on."


On their way out, the shortened party came upon a slightly awkward scene. A teifling woman was having her way barred by a very large man, and people were actively trying to avoid being caught in the crossfire. 

Unfortunately, Erevan remembered the only descriptor the guildmistress had given for their missing member; that they would know her when they saw her. 

"I do hate to interrupt," he said, while quite deliberately placing himself between them, "But, miss, would you happen to be Nemeia?"