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[center][h3]Edgar Fischer[/h3][/center]

Edgar returned the sorceress' nod of acknowledgement with a quick but respectful bob of his own head. The younger man seemed well versed in his negotiations with potential employers and made it clear that their lives were not worth the gold if things get too hairy. The boy was wise. More so than when he was a sell-sword in his youth. He'd just took whatever job he could. From picking up herbs for an alchemist that was too busy to do it themselves, to clearing out giant rats that infested sewer systems; if it paid him coin, he took it. 

Though looking back on it, many of his jobs underpaid him for the most part. 5 giant rats for a silver coin? Ludicrous.

The merchant then tossed the bag of gold to the table. The heft of the coinage hitting the wooden surface got his full attention. The man was dead serious about getting his wares across the Darken forest as soon as possible. Whatever Vandernmann was transporting must be very valuable, very important, or perhaps even both to warrant a spending of a small fortune. Well at least a small fortune to his standard of living. [color=slategray]"The young miss has some good points, Mr. Merchant. Would you kindly answer her questions?"[/color] Edgar said as Fay mentioned that she wouldn't accept full payment but was unsure how he or the far younger man felt about it. [color=slategray]"I will be taking my share of the initial pay."[/color] If by stroke of great misfortune struck, he could at least have enough coinage to ensure that he and his daughter would spend their last remaining months together in relative comfort.

But that will not come to pass. 
He will simply not allow it.