Rubbing the small cut across the top of his hand, Faelan couldn't help but smile internally. This guy couldn't be hurt, and if someone tried to it hurt them. He had a lot of questions, most of which he doubted had answers, but it definitely made for a much more interesting impression of the demon. Faelan hadn't run into something like this demon before, and years of training made him wonder about how to kill him. If that was even possible. Even through the sting of the cut, he was intrigued.<br/><br/>"5,000 bits? How much is that worth? I still have no idea how your demon money works," Faelan said, looking at the paper. He'd only ever received a couple of bits at a time from Thomas from doing his shop work, but it was enough to buy booze, and that's all Faelan knew. But from Shula's reaction, he figured it was enough to go find someone in a gladiator arena. Then again, Shula had grown up with a cult, and was homeless for most of her life, so even a meager amount of money might seem like a lot to her.<br/><br/>Hollander rang in the back of his mind for a second, he thought he knew the name from somewhere. The only possible way he could know it is if he killed someone by this name or worked for someone by this name. And since option one was obviously off the cards, he wasn't entirely unconvinced he wasn't about to be finding another Foundation member. An idea he wasn't fond of.