“Hm. Maybe we can ask Torica about it? She’s drow, might have more insight about it.”
Nyiah shrugs at the name Gafigarn. “Not ringing a bell. What’s the context? I can get Geely to look into it, if you’d like. Someone you need to find?”
Alice is very excited by Roop’s attention, and a big smile comes back to her face. She sits comfortably in the chair, obviously very interested in dwarves. “Leather armour? Do I get to wear some?! Yes please! I don’t need breakfast, though. Not hungry. Can we get the armour now?!”
When Mirk appears Alice copies Roop’s gesture and hops off her chair to pull one out for the druid. “Goodmorning Warden.” She says respectfully. “I’ve never been on a horse… I was always too sick. But I’ve always wanted to learn!”
Nyiah looks through the bag of platinum from the Duke’s job.
“Well that’s quite the haul.” She looks very pleased. “Quite the haul indeed. Somehow the extra hassle worked out in our favor. I’ll make change of this - 100 for me, 225 for the four who remain. Althaea, I think you’re in at this point, but you’ll be paid once you’ve actually been on a job.
My share will be used to rent a base of operations for our crew. Where would you prefer to set up? Vetoing the Dwarven District, as a rule.”