The man's arm was fascinating. Not dwarven manufacture; too subtle, too many extraneous bits. At least no dwarves Rothgar knew about. The world was a wider and stranger place than it had been a few months ago, though. He wasn't ready to draw any conclusions, yet.<br/><br/>He held his breath as Larsen made his offer. Jewels weren't his specialty, except those that ended up getting ground into components. The pendant looked nice enough. It wasn't Rothgar's opinion that mattered, though. If the offer were turned down, he wasn't sure how many other options they had. He had enough materials to brew up some potions; those could be bartered, perhaps. Or they could set up shop here and sell their talents to other crews until they'd raised enough money to enter. Except that fee was per day. Without a better lay of the land, they'd be up in the air and treading water at best. Rothgar mixed metaphors like he mixed potions.<br/><br/>