"Ooh,<em>now</em>ye be wantin' ta put a price an our rescue! Some 'ero ye turned out ta be!" Sharon was a mixture of anger and disappointment. The kind a mother might have for a child who'd gotten poor marks in school.<br/><br/>"Softly, Sharon!" Moira shot, her braid bouncing as her gaze darted to her sister. "She'd be doin' oos an tha world a favor gettin' Jeff an' 'is louts ta waste thar wishes." A mischievous smile began to creep upon her face as she turned to Viloet again. "Though we dinnae intend fer ye ta be on yer lonesome against them. We jus' need ye ta get 'em fired oop."<br/><br/>"As fer what's in it fer ye," Sharon seemed to have caught her sister's intentions and was in a notably more compliant attitude. "Ye did mention oos being wish grantin' folk. And noon o tha twistin' yet words loike we've been doin' ta' these foine examples a why Djinn be tha way they be."<br/>