Barrel watched her carefully. He knew enough about the witches to know their cackling didn't always mean something was funny. They often used it as the sign of a fantastic bargain being made. Barrel readied himself to get the scarab, when she spoke again.

"O...kay?"

But his relieved smile said enough that he wouldn't have to trade the scarab [i]or[/i] deal with Shock.

"Thanks. I owe you one."