Vincent breathed a sigh of relief "I assumed your mental weakness against this "compulsion" he almost spit out the word "as you still assume I'm some frail coniving, spellcaster who can't handle myself in a straight up fight" He began to relax a bit more letting his hand drop to his side. "maybe we should not be so quick to underestimate one another eh Shurkoat" again he found his mask of friendship and compassion clamping back into place covering the snarling anger, enforced by the blood flowing in his veins.<br/>a smile returned to his face. "I assume since we both want to know what happens we should al pay for her blood?" he pulled two gold coins and walking over handed them to her.