A short, derisive snort was all the answer she got.<br/><br/>He didn't dream anymore, something he was quietly thankful for, but he DID have a thought on how to get out as he woke up the next morning. He slept longer than the ring required, but it was likely only because he had had that ring for nearly five years now, gotten after the first replacement attempt that had gotten a dagger thrust right to his heart. Only his rage and the ring of healing had allowed him to survive that, and the ring of sustenance had been his next purchase after that.<br/><br/>He stretched slowly, and got the short sword and a bit more than 40 platinum pieces from the vault master, trading the goods out directly to him, which meant that he hadn't got the best price, but hadn't had to waste hours hunting for someone to give it to him. He pocketed the coins, before letting the guildmaster's secretary know that he wanted to talk with the guildmaster as soon as possible about a private matter. That usually meant the authorities were applying pressure to the guild member and they were letting him know, but for Nameless to do that was nearly unique, and had always been for something that might annoy the guildmaster if he went ahead anyway without permission.