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"Clever, clever," Alastor says to the summoner in Common. "Wish I could say I thought of that."

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"So did he," the half-orc points out.

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Alastor crosses his arms and looks back towards his companions. "I don't know about you, but I'd rather do this without any more violence. Since this-here lizard is willing to pay us far more than the little guy and it means getting out of here without a fight, working with him seems the logical choice to me."

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Alastor crosses his arms and looks back towards his companions. "I don't know about you, but I'd rather do this without any more violence. Since this-here lizard is willing to pay us far more than the little guy and it means getting out of here without a fight, working with him seems the logical choice to me."

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Alastor looks between the two; he didn't like choosing between money and morals, but it was an easy choice. "The little one will not be touched," he says in Draconic, "but do what you want with his wares." He then turns to Smirk and adds, "Better this than anymore killing, yeah?"

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"Because he pays better," Alastor relayed back in Common.

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"If by contract, you mean 'non-binding verbal agreement', then yes we are under one. I've done a lot of business in my days, kid, don't talk to me about ethics." The alchemist turns is attention back towards the lizard-person. "Sounds alright by me. If you wouldn't mind, though, I'd like to let my colleagues here rest and prepare. Pillbug will have his men."

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Alastor looked between the two individuals attempting to procure his service before finally crossing his arms. "Pay double what he was going to and you can do whatever you want with his supplies."

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"Profit?" A sly grin crossed the half-orc's face and he lowered his hand away from his axe. Pillbug was a weasel and a liar, but he was a wealthy one. As much has he disliked him personally, there was more at stake here than pride. "You said my favorite word," he hissed back in the creatue's native tongue.

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Alastor reached back to draw another axe as the savage approached, but its talking stayed his hand. "What does he want with me?" the half-orc hissed back in Draconic, hand waiting to grab the half of his axe.