"Twenty?" Amal chuckled bemusedly. He knew robbery when he heard it, and that certainly fit the description. Of course, he would think differently if Amal had a particular job lined up where he needed to have more endurance than usual, not to mention with a great payoff. But merely buying it for a rainy day? Perhaps it was vanity, perhaps merely confidence, but he was never really worried on his skills or energy, just his luck. 

Still, he did have twenty, and while it was recently stolen from a dead man, he still was loathe to part with it. The thief, his broad shoulders swept within his cloak, stroked his chin and considered for a moment, if for no reason but to be polite to a fellow ne'er-do-well. But then the man continued to talk, having clearly read him as well as Amal had done in return. Amal actually gave a laugh once his intentions became clear. 

"If you are looking for someone to do a job for you, friend, you need only ask." Amal remarked confidently. Sometimes he was in the mood for verbal jousting...well, he always was, but he was also tired now and ready for the opportunity to make more money and good will amongst a new mover-and-shaker. "I am in need of friends in this land." He plucked one of the vials from the table, gazing into it and considering how likely it was horsepiss. Not that Okan wasn't honest in his sell, but many alchemists only had a few items, filling many other bottles with nonesense to appear as if they were well stocked. 

"Depending on the task, I will gladly take your merchandise off your hands." The thief turned his ear to the merchant to indicate he was listening.