"Barovia..." Mira Silvana repeated. She shuddered. Her instincts told her to flee, but the last year she had been<em>drawn</em>to danger and darkness. A forgotten land, lost in shadow, sounded like something a treasure hunter would like. Mira Silvana cared little for treasures, as long as she had enough gold to buy wine. The thought of the danger, however, made her heart pound and a flush reached her pale cheeks.<br/><br/>"I do not have 45 gold." She stated truthfully. The warlock had decided she wanted the map, but other than her purse of 25 gold she had little to offer. At first she was going to try to lower the price. The most natural thing for a young woman of a certain beauty was to put her hand on his arm, give him a smile and sweeten the deal with her womanly charms. If he didn't respond to that, she could try to make up some half-truth: "I'm an orphan. I don't have much gold. I can only scrape together a few silver working oddjobs in the villages. This would be my only chance at any sort of fortune or future."<br/><br/>Finally, if this didn't reach home, she would twirl living shadows around her fingers, using a simple cantrip, and bring a glow to her eyes, while her words could hint (in a subtle way) at the dire consequences of not giving her the thing at a reduced price. "Mabe it would be for the best to give it to me for say...twenty gold?"<br/><br/>Persuasion roll: 12<br/>Deception roll: 15<br/>Intimidation roll: 22