The men smiled. The unarmoured one reached for the purse, leading - predictably - to touching Ezra's skin.<br/><strong>"Is it the money you're offering, the legs that you just displayed, or both?",</strong>he smiled. Then he glanced at his brother, almost immediately.<br/><strong>"No, bad joke. I know, brother - we've got the skellings that we're transporting; I can always go there for my needs. No need to cut into the profits."<br/>"Yes",</strong>the brother agreed. Then he looked at Ezra.<br/><strong>"We'll take half the price on account of your work, and offer you the accommodation you require. So 25. Take it or leave while the wind is good."</strong><br/>He doesn't say<em>and stay away from my brother,</em>but then there isn't really a need for it, either. Curiously enough, his brother seems to be the elder one.