"Fifty gold? preposterous" *he checked his coin purse, having a mere 150 or so less* "Perhaps we could reach some for of arrangement." He was not pleased with the price as he spoke to the ship master. "Say 35?" The huge catfolk figured this vessel was as good a way south as any; it certaintly beat changing into a bird a flying there! "Or I could sign on as a guard for the trip?" He patted the hilt of his scimitar. "I'm a good warrior, and I have a great deal of tricks up my sleeves." He looked over the vessel discerningly, to give the guy the impression that he thought he could do a lot better for 50 gold pieces.