Teft wasn't the sort of man to be impressed by verbosity. He quickly lost interest in Marcus's exposition, instead directing his attention towards Lora. Not that she was much better. Two peas in a pod, really. He could feel a headache coming on already. Sooner that ale arrived, the better. Still, when she mentioned the pouches, he pulled her up.<br/><br/>"Aye, my pouch doesn't rattle much. If you've got half a lick of common sense, you'll see to it that yours doesn't rattle much neither. I reckon you make a tempting enough target in a dark alley, without giving a fellow any more reason to be giving you trouble. Some folk ain't as pious as Marcus over there, and the law ain't what it is in the city neither."<br/><br/>True enough though, Teft didn't have a lot of coin. Work had dried up somewhat of late... About the only reason he was considering this daft expedition at all. The rest of it was probably some sort of sense of obligation. Teft wasn't entirely sure himself.<br/><br/>