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Silas Jefferson
Friend .... an interesting choice of words to follow a thinly veiled threat. A curiously ambiguous word. How much like the language of the court this conversation in the darkness of an alley has proven to be! ~ Silas smiles in the darkness. This is now familiar ground and he has terms of his own, small but vital things that his own circumstances require. Reaching into the folds of his garment he withdraws a purse heavy with gems and without releasing it settles it into the boy’s hand that he might feel it’s heft. “You should easily be able to sell the contents of this pouch for the initial fee you have requested – even more if you are as talented as I believe you to be. Another bag of gems like this one shall be yours upon completion of this work.” He pauses to let his words register with the boy and the unseen Dastil who somehow listens through the ears of the youth. “And I assume you are well aware of the potential benefits that my good will toward you offers. Indeed, I do hope that I should be so pleased with the results of our little arrangement this night that I might avail myself of your help in one or two other matters.”
ooc: The pouch holds about 3000 gp worth of gems of mixed sizes and types with one or two stones that might be cut to increase their values. Silas is obviously quite willing to pay for results and to avoid the risk of multiplying meetings. Should Dastil accept this payment he will release hold of the pouch and return home.
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