The other man seemed to be working against that end, his frustration with Terrance apparent. His chrome dome wrinkled in tune with his focused brows, he seemed rather fixated on and miffed at the man across from him. Brown bush chops flanked lips that seemed to grumble louder as Viloet neared. "Surely a man of your stature and wealth can be a little frivilous with his gold. This city isn't lacking in adventurers, they just need direction!"<br/><br/>"Direction you would provide using my money, no less." Terrance was decidedly more casually dressed, poised and mooded. "I've told you time and again, McGreggor; I only invest when I'm sure the risk is worth it and my frivilous expendatures are reserved for tangible things." His eyes darted to Viloet, very pointedly resting there. "People like her, for instance. Viloet, introduce yourself to McGreggor."