[color=ec008c]"It's not about haggling with the majesty,"[/color] said Jazdia with half-assed seriousness. [color=ec008c]"It's about what he said. A gratitude he offered. A real man will not renege the word once spoken." [/color]

Still leaning closer to the prince, Jazdia continued. [color=ec008c]"Are you a real man?" [/color]

The elf left the question hanging between them for a while. However, the bear's next chattering did very little to reinforce the overly-confident attitude Jazdia had been fronting. 

[b]'Ain't no harm lettin' the boy know 'e might consider wha'tis we mights all 'preciate fer da trouble, naw is dere?'
'Auh idears on how we gunna do 'at? Bout did us in, showin at old conjurer da door-- aint nona'us good fer nuttin right naow.... I'[/b]

Ugh, She didn't need someone to remind them about their misgivings, especially not when the entire conversation was aimed to cajole the prince into believing that they are his last hope to return to his father. When Jazdia stared back, it was supposed to be two words spoken indirectly; [color=ec008c][b]SHUT.UP.[/b][/color]

[b]I' dat bread I smells?'[/b]

[color=ec008c]"Yes, it is!"[/color] the elf grumbled with veins popping out of her forehead. [color=ec008c]"And unless you want to get an overdose, don't hog the blue vials all for yourself. Use the red one instead." [/color]