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So much variety, Balor mused with attentive eyes. First came the Bosphorean, literally pushing their money onto the poor captain who seemed swamped with so many who sought to board his vessel. Obviously not accustomed to the mannerisms the species, who were so uncommon beyond their own land, were capable of. The captain regarded the formidable being curiously, and with an air that said he did not very much like manner of the presentation of the gold. Still, he accepted it nonetheless. A judicious man, this one. It seemed he was cool under pressure, as well. He did seem rather experienced, for his age. He watched the Narans ascend the ramp, confirmation of their voyage arrangements settled. He would have pitied the gangplank, were it capable of feeling pain. The sheer amount of stress it was being put under. He shuddered to think. The Naraga's crossing alone nearly caused it to crack and send her down into the waters below. That would have been most unfortunate, not the least of which for her pride, of course. It seemed things were starting to get underway, and Balor decided he should tarry no longer.

He stepped back onto the boarding ramp, sifting through his satchel simultaneously. "I know I have it here, somewhere," he grumbled under his breath, brushing aside small books, sheets of paper, a few fetishes and an old, faded strip of painted cloth. He furrowed his brow at this last one, "Now, what were you?" He wondered, coming close to losing track of his thoughts momentarily. He shook his head, returning to the matter at hand, and continued digging. Seconds later he smiled, "Ah! There we are." He grasped three sacks of coin between his fingers and lifted them out, holding them for the captain to procure. "This should, I believe, suffice," he said with a smile.