Like so many things in Deisres's life, the easy path just kind of opens up before her. The crowd around the bar steps out of the way, the bartender pours drinks without complaint, and she has a clear path back to where the rest of the adventurers are gathered. It doesn't matter that she's short, too many of these people have heard stories about the demon brawler to want to take a chance at being in the way. That's how it is for a lot of the basics in life for the whole table, the denizens of Signet seem to instinctually know who they can fuck with and who they can't fuck with.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/d1/0e/1d/d10e1db87726a820e2a7e7e084449864.jpg)</div>In any normal situation, Char Serpentwing would be one of the people you can't fuck with. He's used to people making way and letting him get away with things, and when Yva corrects him on the price, his cheek twitches for a moment. The finger twisting the knife on the table seems to elongate and a gentle hiss of darkness escapes his lips when he speaks again, "Four times your going rate? I hoped to avoid silly negotiations, but if you'd like to play games we can." He glances to Ho and begins to offer her a tight smile as she councils against being mean. Then she keeps talking and his expression changes.<br/><br/>That twitch in his cheek goes again when she mentions that the trinkets may have a shelf life. It twitches again when she mentions a family ritual. Again at the mention that it might be something unusual. Again at it being breakable or losing potency. By the time she's finished speaking, Char is leaning back in his seat with an honestly flabbergasted look on his face.<br/><br/>"Minerva did say you were the best," Char finally says, rubbing a hand over his chest as though he's just been bludgeoned. His hand has returned to it's previous mostly human form at this point, rubbing across the smooth skin of his sculpted chest. He looks between the people casually shaking him down (with eyes lingering in all the right places) and breathes in a deep breath, "Twice the rate for completion, once for publicly killing the thief or bringing them in, and once for completing within the week. Done."<br/><br/>"Every couple of months, one of our Seekers takes a trip to the Abyss, captures the demon Meldiraeth, and extracts some of their seed. That seed is necessary for my family's demonic gifts to continue to function at the level they do. Within this shipment were seven vials, five for immediate use by the family and two spares. As Mage Semun so eloquently pointed out, these vials lose potency with time and require a form of sealing that is extraordinarily fragile. Meldiraeth's gift is useless to any but us, but if we go without it for two months, we'll be in a precarious situation."<br/><br/>As Deisres brings a drink over to him, he reaches for it, gently catching her hand against the glass intended for Ho for a moment. "If you can bring us five vials, unbroken, then you can have the additional vials and the full payment. But we need the five."