Neris shot Ocieros a small glare when he brought up jobs. He almost asked without knowing her side of the story, unbecoming of someone his age. She sometimes wished he'd drop the act and just tell her about reality. Hope? Dream? She never gave a second thought to those after she realized whenever people talked about devilspawn, they meant her. And nobody wanted her around. Nobody wanted her for a wife, nobody wanted her to work, hell, Carmine didn't even want her leaving the house... She stifled a sigh. Best keep these things to herself and just silently walk alongside Ocieros. Once they entered the arena, she waited patiently while he went up to chat with the keep.<br/><br/>"Son, you're going to have to give me more information than that."<br/><br/>"Is there anyone making Neris' amount of money while she's not here?"<br/><br/>The keep stopped to think about it. "Now that you do mention it, yeah. It's been a few people though." He found some paper and ink and scribbled down some things and handed it to Ocieros.<br/><br/>Neris wasn't particularly interested in looking at it, but something nagged at her. She tugged his shirt until she got his attention. "Cie, you really think a hammer would help in this situation? He might just not want to give it back, considering he thought it was a fair trade and all..."