Nyshra churned over this idea, slowly muttering the word she had read. "Lacarem... hmmn..." game a slight grumbling from behind the silvery veil. A hand reached out and grasped the golden bar, carefully bringing it to her and stuffing it into a furred pouch. "Pray this is right..." Came the gentle voice again, turning her head, casting eyes about the dimly lit room and its omnious noises. Even the noise of her own armor would quite pale with the monsterous groanings of the woodwork around her, something that sent shivers through her being. "What kind of fool would be slothly.. mmf... I will take my... leave of it."  A loud scrape crunched the ground as her steel heeled boot turned upon the floor and she fled casually to the next ladder. It wasn't a great feeling to escape from the sea by travelling downward, though any other rewards of gold would surely make it worth her generous while..