Vyre merely grinned and took another bite of her meal until they came to a camp of goblins who seemed to be bickering among themselves while Frizz paced back and forth with a cleaver hooked to his belt.<span style="color: blue">"Nobody is getting paid until someone coughs it up. This house had a reported six tomes and a journal, the sooner that journal pops up the sooner someone loses a hand and the sooner we get our gold."</span><span style="color: purple">"Nobody's going to care about a missing journal, just get your money and get out of our city."</span>Frizz looked over at Vyre and smacked his forehead.<span style="color: blue">"You again? Shouldn't you be off flexing in a mirror or roughing up an old woman?"</span>Vyre scowled and nailed him square in the face with an apple knocking him out on the spot.<br/><br/>Sahra smiled and turned over to kiss Elune softly.<span style="color: blue"> "Well I hope tomorrow is better for you then."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>