"Of course, we'll offer a fair price."
Colin could clearly see Lirel sigh in relief as he answered. 'He probably wanted to bring this up for a while,' Colin thought, 'but held back out of courtesy.'
It was the same way back at the Delicious Maggot. The Drow Boss had been far more polite than a normal Five-Stringed.
'It's probably because of their race,' Colin mused.
'As an evil race, they have to be extremely careful about their words and actions, to the point of overcompensating a little.'
While thinking this, Colin bent down and pulled open the collar of the Drow Warrior.
A pouch with a soft tube was strapped beneath his Chest Armor. The tube was secured by the studs on the Studded Leather Armor and ran up to his collar.
'So this is the pouch the Drow Warrior used to drink potions,' Colin thought. 'It's actually pretty useful. I should take one later to show Langgrin and the others.'
