Mar'a'gan simply grinned in amusement at the threats leveled against him. As the party moved then to continue on, the imp moved to start packing up the felidar fleeces. But then he paused as Rala passed. "Wait... what was [i]that[/i]?" The tiny fiend asked as he turned to regard the rogue. Mar'a'gan's eyes went wide as he spotted the scabbard bracer hanging off Rala's wrist. "Wait! WAIT! Hold on! Hold on!" The imp called out to the party. "There is one last offer to make! One that could solve all Zephyr's woes! One that could cast the Northmen back into the sea! One that you would not even need to [i]think[/i] about risking your soul over!"