Baltazar's grin looked downright wicked while he listened to the drow's rebuttal. "And a savvy sword as well. I like that." Straightening himself out, he continued, "Well, if it's business we're going to talk, then something like this ought to attract you." There was a glint in his own eye that was just as much of an intimidating one as Sbatarra's own look. "I offer you a hundred pieces of platinum whether we win or lose. As well, I'll pay to fix you up if you're hurt too badly. If we lose, that's all you get. If we can pull a win from this, we'll have a talk with a certain acquaintance of mine who has himself quite a collection of things you should most certainly appreciate."<br/><br/>Then came a truly devious look. "You only get to know what the extra prize is if you swear to it here and now." he extended his hand, the palm alone wide enough to cover most of her face, the rest of it looking to be large enough to crush her skull in his grip.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>