"I'm listening." Maxim responded, after a quick glance down at the pouch. There was a fair bit of coin there - he just supposed he needed to do a little wet-work for the priest first. His curiosity was piqued, and he tried to continue looking smooth and casual, though he failed to prevent the fingers of his left hand from drumming a faint and impatient rhythm on the hilt of his sabre.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>