Despite his moniker, a closer look at him would show he, in fact, only had<em>four</em>fingers left. Of course, that didn't change the fact that he had, indeed, survived whatever had left him in his current state.<br/><br/>He gave her a look over at her offer; he seemed sharp enough to pick up on the innuendo. "Eheh, I'kin look, but cannae play no more, heh," he said, with a slight grimace. At the page, he quirked one of his eyebrows - short, likely regrowing from whatever last bit of fire burned it off. "S'feh... can't really work much n'more, sos you want thissn, gotta pay. Fer this... gon be at leas'... ehh... thirty gold, not a coin less," he said. "Coin first; nah gon fall for bein' paid wit whass in the box, did tha' once, an' got spiders."