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The wizard winced at the poke. His body was still quite sore from the crash. [color=steelblue]"I get it. I get it. Please stop poking me, the bruises are still forming."[/color] He said while taking a step back and grabbing his satchel and placing it on a vacant table in search for his coin pouch. He heard their resident blacksmith greet him. [color=steelblue]"Morning to you as well, Shina."[/color] He said with a polite smile and wave of his own before placing both his arms up to their elbows into the satchel. Despite the convenience of the bag of holding, it was rather a pain in one's ass to retrieve something specific once you put one too many items in them. Realizing that groping around the bag wasn't getting him anywhere, Rudolph takes a deep breath and dives into the satchel. Leaving the lower half of his body out in the world while his upper half was looking for coin or something of equal value.

Not long after, the half elf separates himself from the bag with two items in each hand. One hand holding 10 glittering gold pieces and the other a scroll. [color=steelblue]"Here's 10 gold and a scroll for an unseen servant. This ought to cover my tab...but I really do think that a lemon smelling thing is better than any old musty smelling door."[/color] I mean who wouldn't like the smell of exotic fruit? The ancients liked it and it was also a bug repellant. Then again, Rudolph did the whole thing while under the influence of one too many bottles of mead.