<em>"Yea. The elf is pretty good with the research- does a lot of the grunt-work for the wizard, I think."</em>Marric whispers, and shrugs.<em>"An' a hundred gold is a small price to pay fer piece o' mind." </em><br/><br/>With that, Marric cleans out his "coffers," so to speak, and piles the platinum coins as neatly as possible on the elf's desk.<br/><br/>"There. 200 platinum, or 2000 gold. Should cover us, yes?" Marric says with a grin, and he removes the bracelet as well, setting it down beside the pile. "I'm curious to see what else is changin' with this thing... it seems like every day it's doin' somethin' different."<br/><br/>The monk happily scoops up his new magical bag and starts transferring his supplies over. Coins into one of the outer pockets, and all his sundries- bedroll, soap, rations- into the middle. Definitely feels a lot lighter, and should make carting back the things he claims from his opponents a lot easier.<br/><br/>"Just let me know when we're set, ya?"