Watching the ongoing scene with a bit surprised look across his face the old man observed how Will and Sheva went on about the matter. Taking a long drink and listening to their ongoing talk, he remained quiet until the two of them seemed more or less settled, speaking up only after they were both done talking. At least for now.<br/><br/>"I have resources at my disposal but I cannot pay huge amounts without taking money out of business ventures, and that takes time. My client also gave me a certain sum to pay for the return of the artefact, which amounts to 3,500 gold per head for its recovery. I am paying 4,000 gold pieces for the destruction of the orcs ability to bring sorrow to others, and breaking their organization so they cannot pursue the same idea." He spoke seriously, then sighing.<br/><br/>"However, I can gather together another 1,500 gold pieces with some effort, per head. I cant and won't play special extras beyond that. IF in some unexpected encounter you happened to find my grand-daughter, I'd give you what I could, some 5,000 gold pieces extra, but that would mean I would ruin myself financially for a good while. For her, it would be worth it though, but given how long it has been, I doubt she is alive."<br/><br/>The old man seemed to look down at his drink sadly, then reaching to his side, lifting a coin-pouch to the table that he promptly reached into, pulling out several smaller coin pouches, setting them on the table. "Thousand gold each, I'm going to trust you to handle yourselves with a thousand gold paid before the deed is done, and this is my show of immense trust, seeing how you could set sail to the closest 'black port' and never return, but the honorable nature of sir knight here has me convinced that there would be a fight before that happened."<br/><br/>As he pushed the pouches towards the knight and towards the ship captain, as well as the redhead sitting nearby, he paused to look around. "Wasn't there five of you when we started talking?" Looking around for Horo, he sighed after a moment. "Well, I am assuming she's still interested, so I am going to entrust you with this till then. This second pouch is for the other knight, who you were discussing with a moment before." He pushed the last pouches towards Will. "Please deliver it to her, by your honor, if she agrees to the task. If not, we can talk about it on your return." The old Guild man seemed to shamelessly take advantage of the perceived honesty of the knight now.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The merchants in the town were already serving clients, selling their wares openly. Even after the storm, the town had a bit of surplus in most things, more than able to supply any common needs adventurers and townsfolk alike might need, at the decent prices. Only two prices were noticeable in the town. For some reason, there was a notice that someone was buying black opals for 300 silver pieces, each, a good 50% increase in value for them. There was also a second notice, that oil was running low and the merchants were looking to buy more to stock if someone was transporting any, up to 20% increase to base prices. At 2 coppers per 1 lb, it wasn't much of a profit to make though, perhaps the reason the situation had not improved.<br/><br/>There were no real exotic weapons available for sale, and armor was mostly limited to light armors and a few medium-armors, the heavy armors seeming to be too rare to be found ready for the market.<br/><br/>From food to camping supplies, clothing and tools, most gear was there to be found for a determined buyer however.