<em>The man's face lights up even more with lewd surprise and delight as he spots the lovely trio that come to join Maplepink and Reaver, his ability to wander from one beautiful form to another greatly aiding in his ability to ignore how fixed and grim the visage of the deviless is.<br/><br/>With something of a fiend-may-care attitude, he grins up at Atelia, assuming now her to be the central deal-maker, and though his eyes tend to roam a little to the disguised succubi, more often than not, his eyes are on her, somewhere in the general vicinity of her face.<br/><br/>"Ah, you're a clever one. Most casual scroll hunters wouldn't know numbers like that off the top of their heads, and, normally, you'd be right."<br/><br/>He lets out a laugh, withdrawing from his belt a small pouch, tossing it up and down once and winking.<br/><br/>"But this particular spell, m'dear, involves a sprinkling of diamond dust to cast. I'm assuming you're an archivist, from that keen mind of yours and the fact that you're looking for a divine scroll of this kinda spell, so it'd be a shame to sell it to you, and to have you come back later and have to buy the diamond dust for the castings from some other berk. I'd settle for... 77 platinum, for a pretty and smart girl like you, normal price for the diamond dust if you're looking for some so you can cast soon."</em>