Wil rolled his eyes some at the man with axe.<strong>"Let me clarify for those who just have more muscles where there heads should be. When I said group, I meant group of teammates, not a group of roving thugs."</strong>With the gem in his hand now he would let the elf get away, for now at least. He would feel the elven maiden's comment of him being trustworthy came off with heavy sarcasm. He did respond though<strong>"While I assure you I have no intention of ripping off my allies, not shiting where I eat and all that, you all have no reason to trust that other than my word."</strong><br/><br/>He walked by scooping up the quartz before heading over to the paladin.<strong>"Her however you have reason to trust. Her word is her word to her god and I would bet it is worth more to her than these gems."</strong>He handed over the two gems to the paladin<strong>"Hold on to these until we can get to town and sell them. Then we will split the sale among us."</strong>Wil would then walk back to the pile of gold. He suddenly stopped then turned to face the cleric girl.<strong>"Oh, and I'm Willard Flint. You can call me Wil, or Flint."</strong>He knew there would be no convincing the meat head with the axe that his way of dividing was best for harmony in the party, so he sat and started to divide the remaining gold into 7 piles.<br/><br/>When he had finished, which didn't take long for a man of his intellect, he would say<strong>"390 gold split seven ways is 55 coins, and 60 for the healer, because lets face it healer is the most important job."</strong>He had set her pile separate from the others, which they could come and gather at their leisure. He would make sure to pick up his own share once the others had got theirs.