Elua er Goltbred stepped over and placed the item on the table with the recovering man under the eyes of Karis er Malthen. He had seen one of these *treasured* by a well known member of his region.
"It will be marginally quicker if he holds on to this. I'll want it back before the two of you leave the grounds. Okay?"
The scout nodded, accepting in his heart not to ask about the methods she used or the wealth she brandished. Curiosity was sometimes a scout's ally, but others it was their downfall. He really was just glad things turned out fine for his friend and left it at that.
"The Descent matters more to him than a competition. Thank you for..."
He trailed off as the sound of bootsteps approached from the hall. The 'ghost' had apparently made another attempt to return. Elua's shoulders stiffened even before that achingly familiar voice of a cultivator carried through the doorway.
"I need to apologize properly to him. Please, I-"
