Daemon:
A little disappointed, Daemon's mind wanders to other, darker portions of his mind. He looks up at the hal-elf and with serious eyes. "What can you tell me about the slaves down here? Chult is one of the most famous places where you ship of unwanted persons to labor. Do you know where the nearest slaves would be held?"
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Slaves? They are everywhere, though most seem to be shipped out of Port Castigar, a Calish port. I'm sorry, I must be going...Please, if you are ever near the fort stop by, I would like to spend more time with you...just not today any longer. With that the woman gets up, tosses a few coins to Samier and slips out the door, presumably to make the long trek back to her fort.
Once she has left, Samier steps over, a sly smile on his face. "
My friend, it does me good to see you with a woman! But, alas she is gone and I still have a need.... I have sent some small group of fellows out to find something, and then deliever that something for me. I know they are headed towards the healers camp in the deep jungle...I think you remember the one..." he says, aluding to some past need of yours for thier services.
"If you could catch up to them, I also need this taken to those healers....it pains me to do it, but I must offer some sort of recomp for my lateness." That said he pulls out a small pouch of coins, it thuds like a small fortune when he drops it onto the table. "
I did not know those who went earlier...if they could be trusted, but you my friend I know will not cheat me. Once that pouch has disappeared he also drops a smaller pouch, with clinks onto the table with a nice heft. This one for your troubles.
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Private to Daemon: The large pouch has 30 platnium, the small 5 platinum.]