"No thank you, I've already eaten," Silet rebuffed the thief, watching her finger dip past her lips, bemused.<br/><br/>"The only use I have for it is as a trophy, a sign of conquest, she succubus answered her question, "You're both dragons, you understand the appeal of keeping a hoard."<br/><br/>"I know your motives," Silet signalled behind her, referring to the dragoon, "you asked before about how much power it emanated.  You seek it for its power, only to dispose of it when it's no longer useful.  I have no interest in power; I have enough of my own.  It would remain on my mantle, untouched, unwasted, like all my other trophies."<br/><br/>Silet raised herself back up, finding a large, wide bowl to carry back in front of the thief.  "And it was a noble gesture to spare me a share of the gold..."  She procured her pouch, untying the string.  "...but I have no use for it."  She poured the contents into the bowl, the clanging of gold and silver against steel echoing through the building, coins of various markings and origins, more than the bag could possibly contain, before the bowl overflowed onto the table, the bag showing no signs of emptying.<br/><br/>"What I do need is a change," Silet said, the coins still falling from her upturned pouch, "Going alone is too boring.  You've seen I'm far from useless in combat, and I imagine you two would like to use as little of your own wealth as possible.  I buy the relic from the both of you, for my share of the loot.  In addition, I fund your next campaign.  Equipment, food, accommodation, if it has a price, name it, it's yours.  I accompany you to keep myself entertained, I take one single item from each venture, and you two divide the rest of the loot between yourselves.  I get my trophy, you two get all the loot you could hope for, and Little Miss Virtue over here gets to see bits of my collection, so long as she doesn't damage them."<br/><br/>"So," she said, finally closing the bag, the last of the coins falling to the table, "does this sound fair?"