Sarya pulls her foot away reflexively, her breath caught in her chest as she glanced down at foot Milena had struck with her cane. Her face contorted slightly with a pained wince before letting her breath escape slowly through gritted teeth. Her gaze returned to the old hag that dared to strike her, a fire in her eyes accompanied by slightly heavier breathing. Sarya wanted nothing more than to snatch that cane from her hands and to smash her into the floor with it but as much as she wanted revenge for her more than likely bruised foot, she wanted answers far more.<br/><br/>The awkward silence and hateful staring between the two is disrupted as her goons crawl up from the basement, with Milena turning to respond to them, assuring them that there would be no trouble and insulting Sarya again seemingly just to rub salt in the wound. The other woman seemed to know she was in a position of power...that Sarya was practically at the mercy of her whims. She hated the feeling of weakness and relying on others....there just didn't seem to be any other way... "Yes...Lady. Just doing business." Sarya's response was punctuated by a defeated sigh, her eyes closing for a moment as she tried to put out the fire burning inside her.<br/><br/>Sarya followed Milena toward the counter, her eyes following Milena's gaze toward the pouch full of coins. To be honest, Sarya hadn't even bothered counting the wealth she just inherited, not that it would do much good. Understanding currency wasn't one of her strongest traits. People told her how much they wanted for something and that's what she would give in return. It had always been that simple. Perhaps the occasional shrewd businessman got away with cheating her out of money but she found it difficult to care. It's hard to feel cheated when what you're giving away has little value to you. But putting a price on information...that presented a dilemma. She turned her torso away from Milena, digging through her belongings before pulling the leatherbound book from the previous night out of her satchel. Sarya flipped through its pages, stopping at a legible page...well, one of the pages that hadn't been destroyed by the rain anyway. She slid the opened journal across the counter toward Milena, hoping she could at least make enough sense out of it to give her another lead.<br/><br/>"Ok Lady... Sarya paused after saying Lady, the sound of the word almost seemed silly to her. Her eyes looked up from the journal, catching Milena's gaze to gauge her reaction. "Here's the deal I'm offering. I need to know as much about Manifold Buckman and his business as possible as well as what is written on these pages. And I'll perhaps need another weapon or two. If you can offer that then you can have half of whatever wealth is in the bag." Sarya was unsure whether she was offering a fair deal or not but by not giving a specific price and leaving things to chance by gambling a little she was at least on even footing with the much more business savvy woman, at least for now.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4244904/ (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4244904/)<br/>http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4244905/</div></div>