Ras nodded and looked at Inaara for a moment without saying anything. “Then do me a favor and don’t comment on the things you see in my mind. I am happy to hear about the problems of my family so I can help or fix them, but my problems are my own.” Ras tapped the table and massive bag of gold appeared on it, the bag likely weighing as much as the table it sat on. “I’m hiring you to fix the problems that you can. I’m not inviting you to move in, but I don’t know how long your services will be needed. And if you desire something other than money then name your price, nothing is too great when it comes to helping those I love.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>