"Hm," Silet accepted the dragons' wishes for now, "you two didn't strike me as anthropologists.  I'm ready to leave when you two are."<br/><br/>She made her way to the exit as the green padded back upstairs, pinching a coin from the pile.  Good, evil... any outsider could tell you they were simply two sides of the same coin, two opposite perspectives of the same existence.  "Keep the gold for yourselves," she invited, turning her head to place an eye on the dragoon, "if you can bring yourself to take a demon's money.  I'm sure this little cult's successors will have no such qualms."<br/><br/>Silet's thoughts turned to the dragons.  They seemed to trust each other almost as little as they trusted her.  That made sense, being on opposite ends of the moral spectrum.  It would be entertaining to see how a group with so little trust between members would manage to cohere, at the very least.