Travis
*Tyshima in her sugary cravings would nod in glee, the woman would reach into her robe and would reveal a leather pouch with some motion it jiggled with silver coins. The woman's haste would cause it to fumble in her hands. It was then in this motion her cane sword would slip from her Obi waist band. As it wasn't properly secured to her waist and with a loud and fast rattle, the wooden cane that indeed wasn't hollow cane fell to the floor.*

**"Ah?— Clumsy me."**

*Tyshima took a brief pause before squatting to retrieve it, it was then she peeped the item under the table. . . Unable to decipher what it exactly was, She'd slowly upright herself putting the pouch down to her side.*

"I do not desire sculptures, only sugar ma'am. . . Citrusy or Pure sugar would be ideal. . . Please"

*Tyshima would turn head to Sutekina, as if she had something that peaked her intrigue. . . With raised eyes brows see continued to glance towards her. . . As if she desired to say something.*
Andy
"I appreciate a man who can act without hesitation" *She would say as she slid over a piece of parchment with her ever present smile*

"A simple down-payment along with a signed contract is all I would need for now. In return we would provide you some of our simple routes. Prove yourself capable of it and we will refund the down-payment and pay you appropriately. Sound simple enough?"

*As for the situation surrounding Tyshima, the air would become real tense as she dropped her cane. The kitsune would be holding her breath, as if preparing for the worst. Upon Tyshima getting back up though she would let out a sigh of relief and give her best impression of a smiling face*

"I-I-I see. Then the citrus flavored sugar cubes might suit you well. Here, let me lead you to them" *The kitsune when then motion over to the cabinet next to Sutekina and inside it would be filled with colorful cubes of what could assume to be sugar.*

*Sutekina would also notice Tyshima's glances toward her, and would turn to face her with a grin* "Anything I can assist you with ma'am? You seem to keep looking this way"
Chastity
_Almann raises an eyebrow and reads over the document, looking for any hidden catches, clauses, and deceptive wording in it. He doesn't like contracts to be frank, especially not ones to oriates in a far off land, with no assurance in business dealings, and no connections to help him burn the contract should the agreement go south. Even if it involves a small vendor of a small volume product, he doesn't like the prospect of potentially losing silver for no reason. The idea of a contract for something this minor also caught his attention. The nature of his work the past few years granted him the gift of being a natural cynic of all but the gods, and needless to say, he was cynical of this woman._

_Once Almann is finished reading he slides it back and shrugs._

"Whats the penalty if I break the contract, and what assurance do I have that you will hold up your end of the bargain if I sign?"

_He taps the side of his thumb against his sword, with one of his rings letting off a small metal rasp every time it hits the pommel._

"Paper alone isn't often strong enough to keep mutual trust, especially for low worth information as the simple routes you're offering. I'm sure the competition, which you seem to be quite cautious of, would be willing to reward such information if it means undermining you..."

_Almann grins again._

"...And I am also quite sure, that getting an easy pouch of silver and a now easily forgeable signature is well worth scamming some absent-minded foreigner you might not see again. What really puzzles me though, are _these_..."

_He points to the pouch of orange candy and continues to tap the pommel of his sword with his thumb._

"...Were the routes and roads to transport _these_ really worth feigning ignorance to me about?"