~Miles Kyzalith~

Miles nodded at Ana, acknowledging her response, then giving a quick glance at the others of the group just mere paces behind him. He turned his head forward and started speaking in a hushed tone, making sure only the blacksmith could hear him, "I've only took quick glances at it, makin' sure it said nothin' bout giving up all the riches." He paused, then continued, assuring himself that the others couldn't make out what he's saying. "All I know is that the scrolls are off limits to us, Ana is the only one who can take those home. But if she tries to stop me from taking me fair cut? Well...contract be dammned, I wont be played for no fool. Sorcereress or not she will have a fight on her hands."

His dark tone and hushed voice seemed subside for the time being and his outwardly nonchalant demeanor came forth, "Don't you worry none, I'm sure it'll all work out for us in the end, yeah?" He gave the man a friendly pat on the shoulder. 

He continued to walk the street, buildings and various other paths passed him by. He started to think about the journey more. He was taking a liking to the blacksmith, not sure why, the man obviously had his own secrets just like the rest of them. Maybe it was the way he held himself or the way he spoke formally in this informal setting. It kinda reminded Miles of the officers back home. [i]I guess we'll see just how long he keeps up that persona...[/i] He thought to himself.