*Chaz Abihsot stops the Captain as he passes through the Market District near his shoppe.*
My dear Captain, I received your missive and will gladly assist you.
You understand that I must collect 10,000 gold for this service to pay tax. I do not have to report for whom I did this. But be warned, the mages of Markshire will be able to find what I would do for you easily enough.
According to your description, the size of your “space,” shall we say, will require 10 raw ingots of gold and the dust of ten phenalope gems.
Once you and your “crew” have secured these, come see me. The final cost for my services is 50,000 gold pieces. Be sure to have it or no work will be done.
Oh and if you think of some foolhardy notion of killing me to avoid payment then all my work shall be undone. Not even my chests will survive that. No fear, if I do grow to old to go on then I shall break that bond myself.
*smiles as if his last words were of little import*
Nec wonders what the Cap’n needs all of this money as soon as possible? Perhaps it’s for the new torture room… er… um… the new guest room that she’s been waiting for! Nec grins as she thinks of all the fun that she’ll be having soon… 😈