The congratulating speech was short and straight to the point. Rask didn’t seem like a man of many words and he quickly jumped into business, laying out the rules and conditions upon this merry party would be upheld to. Wretha glanced around taking stock of the victors, each in turn bringing something different to the group, if nothing else at least it would prove to be a fun experience- sharing the road with such diverse individuals.
Fifteen percent sounded more than a reasonable some considering their numbers. Sparring practice? Wretha’s ear piqued at the notion her nose wrinkling in disgust. She wasn’t to happy about the fact of being forced to partake in the practice but she figured it was a good source of training in the event the need might ever arise. Besides, arguing about it was a moot point; Rask didn’t look like the type to be persuaded easily.
A small, dirtied and crumpled piece of parchment was passed around the table requiring each to sign their loyalty to the party. The female grabbed the paper and ran her hand over it with a few mumbled words, in the wake of her hand her name was left imprinted on the surface, inscribed in beautiful red lettering. Wretha handed the parchment to Thena with a tight-lipped smile. The witch was about to take her leave when Rask asked for the elven-woman and herself to remain behind. Odd. Nevertheless, Wretha obliged settling back into her seat. A moment later a purse filled with coins slid across the table coming to halt in front of her. She didn’t bother checking the validity of the man’s word regarding the amount of money each purse held, thus far he hadn’t given her any reason to mistrust him.
