<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/73/27/ba/7327ba8314f55d7dc98742db245d8174.jpg)<div class="floatleft"></div>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6b/5f/d3/6b5fd36a5b475af394692ec0b3d92495.jpg)</div>(Game Mechanics: Diplomacy you gained critical success and beat the target number by more than 10.  Perception Check now 10)<br/><br/>The elder looked shocked started to speak a rebuff, than clamped his lips together.   Looked thought for a moment, then slapped his right knee with his right hand as he leans back in the chair.   Letting out a soft chuckle, then replies.<br/><br/><strong>"Agreed sixty now, sixty when you get her there.  You drive a hard bargain, Hellhound."</strong><br/><br/>He grows quiet than as legionnaires of the black legion enter into the inn.   Four of them,  they look over the crowd and the slave sitting next to Hellhound and the elder's table.  Ogling her for a few moments.   Before going to take a seat at one of the tables.<br/><br/>Once calls out;<strong>"Wench four tankards of honey meade."</strong>Its apparent their off duty.  And not there on official business.