You think, "This guy was something else. They must have been paying him the pocket change that young banderlings carry around. He kept going on about only needing 100 pyreals. 100 pyreals? I had a trade note for that much. Did the Dame know that I'd need it...I'd written it off as a back-handed sum of cash to undertake a dangerous case. Now, I saw the irony of the situation was like statues built in foundries beneath our towns."
You think, "He was looking for a bribe. I just might have the money he needed."
