Marcellus inspected Danni from the shadow of his hood, much less angry than intrigued. He'd kept that uniform out of convenience rather than sentiment. But this man... as soon as he'd seen the garments, Marcellus had felt a wave of complicated emotions from the nymph; anger, sadness, and a hint of nostalgia, among others. Interesting. Not only had Danni recognized the uniform, but it had him destressed him enough to make him dispose of it which, in turn, had created a new feeling of satisfaction. What was this wind nymph's connection to the slave mines? Marcellus could guess, but he'd best investigate before making assumptions. He glared to keep appearances, then slowly and deliberately took the bag of gold, weighing it in his hand; more than enough for compensation. Perhaps enough for more convincing street clothes. Almost absent-mindedly he pocketed the money, looking forward to finding out more about the members of his party. Time enough for that; time enough.