The blunt pause was finally pushed aside when Natalie offered her insight. Kin aimed a flabbergasted stare at her. “Really? There’s someone dumb enough to pay for these things?” Now there was a hilarious thought. Still, it made sense. Collectors were all weirdos with way too much money.
And her secret cash stash was running dangerously low...
Meanwhile, the hooded figure was struck by an unpleasant realization. “So you are bandits after all...” Her head drooped with disappointment. Her treasures... Or her life. It was an ultimatum the solemn little seeker was all too used to hearing.
The trickster shrugged at the comment. “I prefer the term... treasure hunter. Same thing, but sounds niftier.” She had no problem with being labeled a bandit. To be fair, it wasn’t even that far from the truth where her guild was concerned.
With a bitter sigh, the small stranger gave up. “Guh... Fine... This is all I have. Take what you will.” From the depths of her robes she produced three tomes. Each one was decorated with an arcane symbol and text too faded to read. Kin, however, wasn’t impressed. “Wait, really? That is all you have?” The figure only nodded.