<em>We are not at home to Sir Paranoid thank you very much.</em>The mention of gold brought a tension in Gisella’s stomach but it did not show. As it was this young bête  was pretty sure that apart from her own kind one could count the folks that knew the secret of gold on the amount of toe nails one had on a finger.<br/><br/>“I know bugger all about metals,” she shrugged, offering a smile, “I was just thinking…someone bringing that amount of precious metal to one place. Well it will get a person noticed.” Again there was that tilt in her head, and the way she moved perhaps a little nervously. “I mean that might be good in your business …you know fame, but well…”<em>you don’t want you house smashed in by the grumpy furry bunch, or even worse the dribbly bat eared troupe of entertainers.</em><br/><br/>“So did you ask why he wanted them…the weapons I mean?, Nails for a cross you say...iron?” More interest was perked it seemed there was a lot of 'sacred' or dangerous metals being gathered...<br/><br/><br/>