The prospect of gold was nice to a mercenary perhaps, or maybe anyone else in general, but Ariel was not convinced by gold, but by the artifact. "An artifact? What kind?" She asked, her curiosity piqued. Knowledge, after all, was the portal to everything, so she saw it. "Perhaps something of an old religion? A dark lord's old weapon, perhaps?" She asked, leaning forward toward him. She looked over at the gnome and elf, as they would probably jump at the chance for more riches, she saw it in their eyes. She sounded too eager, which made her lean back again straight.<br/><br/>"Where is this artifact, may I ask?"