[Straylor Leonard]

Straylor grinned plainly in front of the woman as she spoke. He regarded that pendant but didn't offer her much clue to what his thoughts were in the matter. "Ah, interestingly that pendant is quite worthless", he said dismissingly, "but being an honest gentleman myself I can offer you a fair amount of banknotes to show my good faith in you." From his pocket he pulled out and unfurled a fairly thick wad of banknotes, fresh from the bank it seemed. He counted off one, two, then three hundred crowns' worth and held it in front of the woman. "Do we have a deal? I don't want you to try and steal my friend's personal effects and find it hardly worth you time."

Then, just for effect he stood there and placed his left hand casually on his damascus steel's hilt. It wasn't overly aggressive, but his stance would've suggested otherwise. There was something about this pirate-woman. And Stray wasn't willing to bet that she had a treasure map even if she could predict the weather. "I shall see you on the morrow then?"