An arrogant grin crept onto Sigmund's face. " To say so again, I'd have to have mentioned it before." The symbol, typically chained around his wrist, slipped into his hand. It opened to display for Shiloh. "I am a follower of Desna. In my travels I aid the fortune of my allies and grant my enemeis an ill-fate." The smirk was wiped clean from his face as the prospect of letting the miniscule cretin go with more gold than he'd fought for. "The little bastard's condition is his own misfortune and he's not exactly the diplomatic type. Restraining him at whip's length would likely get more answers, and might even be more cost effective."