Chapter VI: Enemy of my Enemy
Falnis smiles, tilting his head slightly to one side.
"Calvorn, Calvorn. Do you mean you will be wanting my insight into your rescue plans, but you are hoping enough goodness exists in my heart that I will not be charging you for it? I suppose," Falnis' gaze strays to Lyria, "if the Royal budget is stretched-- though why it should be with Thanian tax rates these days is something of a mystery-- I could muster up enough goodness in me to offer you a 50% discount, since this is a noble cause. 3,000 now, 3,000 when the job is done."
Calvorn has the distinct impression that Falnis has discerned Calvorn is not the one who usually handles negotiations with hiring mercenaries, and he is being blatantly fleeced.