When Felicity screams, a good part of the bar looks over at her in concern and interest, hoping for more entertainment; Bella, seemingly unconcerned, lounges back in Lamya's coils and gives the feline a lazy smile. "Sit down, dear, you'll rile up the rubes," she says in a soothing tone of voice. "I'm not joking. I try not to joke about large sums of money, only small ones." She inclines her head to Nanami as she explains, pitching in, "It turns out the dwarves had it all along, and were keeping it secret to protect it from falling into the hands of the demons themselves who would quite like to corrupt it, I understand. A recent orcish raid on a dwarven mine managed to kill all the guardians by happenstance, but the brutes didn't know what they had and left it with the rest of the dross. One of them described it to me while she was... well, rather drunk. She didn't seem smart enough to make up so many details that match the written descriptions perfectly, and I impressed on her that she needed to stay silent. Still, she did tell me where the mine was that they raided, so-" Bella shrugs broadly. "And yes, one fifty may be somewhat low, but if you put it up for open auction- where you could get twice that- you'll be in trouble because everyone and their brother will be coming after you just as avidly as we're about to go out. Better to have a discreet buyer with a solid offer, get it out of our hands quickly, and enjoy our riches." The human thief smiles a little as Lamya tastes her, and she murmurs, "As much as I'd be honored to be carried to our destination, I'd have to ask it be outside your stomach- I need to be undigested to spend my money properly."