Lynd wings shutter as prevents herself from flying away. She isn't afraid of the consequences, but she doesn't have near that amount. She thought she was helping the village, so she took payment in raw materials. As an Apothecary she thought it should be easy enough, finding the plants wasn't hard. "You can't be serious! I saved lives. I know now that it caused issues, but that wasn't my intention."
Puffing her pipe, pointing her cane at the bereft Lynd. "Intention doesn't matter child, I can't the people you meant to help them. They will want your flesh or coin as compensation. It should be more, because our heroes are with you. We will take money only." Lynd looks at Tyr and Ori, thankful and reticent. She is at a loss on what to do.
"I understand that, but there is no way. I will ever that money." Lynd, holding her head low, Tyr grabs Ori, who is about to step in, on her behalf. He understands where this is about to go and he won't have it.
