*rolls it up with more greed then any red dragon if confronted with a princess made out of pure gold, she quickly tossing the scroll into a small urn filled with what smells like embalming fluids, after putting the lid back on she looks to you* oh.. yes, sure. *she takes place by a scroll overladden table, there are rather basic(for hellish nobility anyway) seats you can take place on*<br/><br/>Proposition away. *she says, playing slightly with the glassy urn((her preserving jar))*