The Stygian suddenly turns to the ship captain and tosses a bag at him.  It jingles as the slightly short fellow takes it in the chest.  Holding it gingerly, and causing the broad shouldered Stygian to laugh, he looks at it with some trepidation.<br/><br/>"Don't worry, Old Man, it's not Stygian Gold, and it's the agreed upon price," His lips curl disdainfully, "And we aren't all sorcerors..."<br/><br/>He then turns to his two companions and nods to head on down into the city, leaving the dockside with a less menacing air.