"Forty denir, a full healing, and you get me transportation to the next town after I give you the stone." Kailis leaned against a rough stone wall, her blue-grey eyes locked on the heavily cloaked figure in the shadows.
"Twenty, and I transport you outside the city walls," the figure rumbled. The city walls were very high, and the gates were guarded by intense men, who might recognize Kailis as a thief.
"Look--do you want that altar-jewel, or not? I," she tapped her budding chest, "am the best thief in town. I can get it for you. Someone else? Good luck."
The wizard arched a manicured eyebrow at her. She continued, "Remember, a few weeks ago, when someone robbed that rich trader from Nakan? That was me. And, trust me, he guarded his little treasury like it held his soul, his heir, and his balls." She ran a hand through her dark, raggedly cropped hair in annoyance.
"Yes." The street-rat sighed audibly, and continued, "Thirty five, transportation to the next town, and a full healing."
"Twenty-five, I cure that rash and you can borrow my horse."
"Thirty. You take me to the Halfway Inn and a full healing. Try getting that stone without me."
"Twenty-seven fifty and I take you to the roadhouse, and an unexplained partial remission."
"Final offer. Twenty-nine, you take me to the roadhouse on your motorbike, and I get better myself."
The wizard grunted. There was a long pause; then the robed figure chuckled. He waved his hand and held it out to the girl; in it was the Altar stone, glinting in the sunlight. "Can you believe it?" he said. "I almost forgot I'm a wizard. I don't even need you!"
Opening: anon......Continuation: anon.