Daniels walks into the inn, a small bag of coin jingling on his belt. He glances inside the bag and counts carefully. He frowns then grins as a few more coins find thier way into the bag. He pulls a small piece of parchment from his pack and writes with a quill and ink:
Droden, Son of Toran
With your sudden departure, thou left a tidy sum. As agreed by all thy companions afore, all bounty from the Haven Mine expedition falleth to thee. Pray contact mineself on its delivery whenst able.
Claw and Scale
Thy servant, Daniel Poetr
//its about *grins* 1000 coin. I'll be on later today (after 2 pm cdt or tonight 7-10 cdt).
