"Well," Woe began, as the screeching of the mechanism came to a halt, and the mechanical figure bowed before them. "So much for choice. It looks like we've agreed to help, unless you have some way of closing it again."
Woe walked over toward the chest, and kept the ingot safely held away from Vito and the chest, to avoid damaging anyone or anything. In truth, the metal made him nervous, but it'd make for a fine weapon. He considered the two pouches, and then took the green, "Red seems more your color."
He held the contents of the pouch up in his hand, wondering what was the fire-ash looking substance within. Somehow he doubted it was anything as pedestrian as ashes. Possibly some alchemical compound of value? Or was the offer of it a poetic message, or the means by which they'd help the sneak, while the onyx nel was the payment.
"I suppose we can go our separate ways." Woe said, returning the ingot to its trunk, and tying the pouch to his belt. "This was a profitable collaboration. You should visit me at my residence sometime, I feel we could make use of each other. It's on the corner of the King's Thoroughfare and Rusthaven Road. The big house, you can't miss it. If you ever need something? I'm obliged to return the favor you've done me here."
He shut the trunk and locked it once more, and picked it up in his arms. Once there was nothing left to be said between them, he left the warehouse. He'd have to make preparations before he presented the materials to Perfeita.
