Marius took a moment to think, looking at the elm tabletop contemplatively. The last thing he wanted was for his father to receive a big payoff. He still held resentment burning in his breast and he wasn't going to let that go so easily. It would be the greatest irony to make it to Wolfenburg and then throw his father a fortune as a thank-you for banishment. But a part of him did want his father to also know he could be a boon for the company. Maybe this was a way he could prove himself? 

He knew he would change his mind. But he felt in that moment that it was the right thing to do, at least for his own future. 

"If you buy it from the Golden Kettle company, you'll tell them it was a purchase made courtesy of Marius the Merchant." He said, and Frederich gazed at him with a queer, curious look. 

"Marius the Merchant, very well." He said, placing his hands together, the rings on his finger clinking from the gesture. "Please, check on my powder and report back here..." 

"I also wish to be paid the same as your agents when going out to the Silo, both full payment for myself and the fraulien." Marius demanded, crossing his arms. He felt Frederick Grunwald might refuse, might point out if they did not, they wouldn't be able to get the powder anyway. But wisely the Wolfenburg merchant prince thought better of it, and acquiesced with a nod of his head.  

"It will be done." 

"Good, then we'll leave immediately." Marius said, taking up a small walking staff he had purchased that morning. He had his sword for dangerous encounters, but a staff was the usual mode of self-defense for a traveling tradesman and he wanted to at least look the part, even if he couldn't wield it worth a damn unless he needed a club. Marius glanced at Natasha, who pursed her lips and nodded her agreement. "Have the powder ready. We'll be back in a few days." 

The two stepped out of Grunwald and Sons, and it was when the midday sun hit him that he realized he had just volunteered to go out into the wilderness and risk his neck for a woman he had just met. Yes, she had saved his life, but damn he wasn't here to start a charity! Sigmar guide me, Marius thought. Perhaps this was still the right thing to do. He wasn't beholden to her but this would at least give him a name to some extent, and she did have an important job to do he would be remiss if he did not see through. He had promised, after all. 

"Into danger then?" He asked her rhetorically. "We'll need some supplies..."