<span style="color: #BFFFFF">It was about an hour and a half later that Logan came back to find Salem. "So I found a job," he said. "How much will the charm cost me?" He was expecting a fairly high price, but wasn't sure what exactly it would be.</span><br/><br/>Salem was sitting on his front doorstep, smoking from a pipe. He glanced over at Logan, took the pipe out of his mouth, then smiled. "Well, since the standard diamond dust coating will cost ten gold, and the magic will put me out of action for three days... and I make..." He trailed off, working out how much he made in a day, and how much Logan would have to pay to profit him. "25 gold. More if you don't already have a pendant or ring that I can charm."<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF">To his credit, Logan didn't react, other than shaking his head. "If that's the case, then I'm sorry. I can't afford it." A slight smile, followed by an incline of his head. "Thank you for the offer."</span><br/><br/>Salem looked down. "Tsk tsk tsk. What a shame. I can't sell it to you for less... unless..." He looked back up and gave Logan his trademark grin. "I'll let you have it early and you can work for me."<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF">He blinked slightly. "...That's very generous of you, but I can't stay in town long enough to pay you back." His features became uneasy. "I, ah, have a problem staying in one place for a long period."</span><br/><br/>He gave him a flat look. "Hence why I'd let you have it early. Stay here under an alias."<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF">"I'd have to wear it constantly." He paused for a moment and looked a little glazed. Then he focused again. "And I can't do that. It's a sin to wear another's face for too long."</span><br/><br/>Salem gawked at him. "Seriously? You're passing up a chance like this for some half-baked religion? I'm offering you the opportunity of a lifetime!" He paused, thinking about his recent moral inhibitions. "I'm sure we can work something out," he said through clenched teeth.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF">Logan's eyes darkened. "I'll thank you not to disrespect my beliefs, Salem. And I suppose we can work something out..."</span><br/><br/>He sighed. "Look, I'm thinking about doing a tour; getting out of Arborline and doing a bit of traveling. The people here know me and have seen a lot of my shows... While I can always come up with something new, maybe people who haven't seen me in action before would pay better. Besides, you wouldn't be able to wear the charm constantly anyway. It would sap your strenght-- slowly, but in time, very noticeably." He paused, deciding that his excuses were viable to this stranger and to himself. He definitely wasn't thinking about leaving because he felt threatened, oh no. "So what do you say? Will you be my magic assistant? We can dress you up in a nice red dress..."<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF">He snorted. "I'll be your assistant, but I'm not wearing a dress. You can wear a dress if you want to." He wondered how long it would take him to pay off the debt being Salem's assistant...</span><br/><br/>Salem took a puff of his pipe, laughing. "Only joking, only joking. You can work off the charm, yes, yes... With interest... I'd say you'd be indebted to me for a year." A succinct nod. He expected to be haggled down.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF">Logan thought for a moment. "Alright. That sounds fair."</span><br/><br/>He blinked, then stared. He was inclined to express his disbelief at Logan's immediate acceptation, but kept quiet and smiled. "Excellent. Do we have a deal?" He held out a hand.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF">He nodded and shook the hand. "Deal."</span><br/><br/>Salem laughed and reached up, patting Logan's lower back. "Great, great. Well in that case, partner, how about we go get some drinks at the local tavern to celebrate our transaction?"<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFFFF">He nodded again, smiling this time. "Alright." He'd be drinking water, but oh well. He was getting some outraged noises at the idea of going to a tavern. He shushed them up and ignored them.</span><br/><br/>A nod in return. "Well, let's go then!" He led Logan to the local tavern at a hurried pace, going in and sitting at the table directly across from Nathaniel and Lusala's. He ordered a whiskey for himself, and he watched in amusement as Logan ordered a simple glass of water.