[center][b][h1]Bork[/h1][/b][/center]

Bork smirked.  If there was one subject a dwarf didn’t need a lecture on, it was the possible uses for a bag of gems.  [b]”Not gonna lie.  That hurt to do that,”[/b] he answered.  He nodded as Drom commented on the state of the  town.  [b]”A place has eight score people and at least two criminal outfits?”[/b] he asked rhetorically, [b]”Yeah, I’d say there are some problems that need to be fixed if Pigeon Spit is to prosper.”[/b]  

Finally, he looked up at the Captain.  [b]”I don’t think so,”[/b] he answered honestly.   [b]”But I haven’t been to the mines yet to ask Rorik about that.  His Grace and I were supposed to go up tomorrow, but I’m not sure that will happen on schedule thanks to this recent nonsense.  Until it does, I wouldn’t be able to tell you what if any gems we *could* mine here.”[/b]

A thought occurred to him.  [b]”I wouldn’t mind getting a closer look at those gems, though, and asking Catlady where they came from.  Perhaps we could simply confiscate them.  I mean,”[/b] he gestured towards the clerk, [b]”you mentioned this Shadowclaw has committed treason, and she tried to extort something that would help him escape the consequences of it, right?  I’m sure there’s some legal pretext for doing that, eh?”[/b]  He looked back and forth between the Captain and Drom to see what they thought.  Why negotiate for something they could rightfully just take?