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This shining city built of gold, a far cry from innocence [Active]

Character(s): Naja Salaheem, anyone else
Content: Naja's hoping for business to be dealt with.
Setting: Carta Para Ti
Time: All day :O
Warnings: None, really.

Party-style so she can talk to different people throughout the day if... she does get folk XD

If Balthier was back, then perhaps there were others. If they had made it out in the first place, at least. She would like to think she knew how to pick the more reliable ones, but hey, even she couldn't be too sure what lay beyond the fields. ... Something she could use, that's what she needed. Something more than just people.

She taps along her desk then stands, pacing around the office, pondering payment and how she could pay them as little as possible. But she was a business woman at heart, a damn good one, too. Naja looks towards her door, propped open in welcoming and lets out a frustrated sigh. "I can't afford to cut corners here."

Paixao. Ruining everything.

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The first two of Naja's informants happened to wander in through the door around that time. Balthier caught sight of the Mithra quickly, his expression belying some of his annoyance, though for the most part he managed to keep it hidden.

"I assume you'd be the lady we're looking for," the sky pirate began, making himself at home in one of the chairs. "Am I correct?"

Fran, on the other hand, wore the sort of blank non-expression that she tended to on a regular basis. Only those who knew her particularly well would be able to notice her mild annoyance, as she leaned against the nearest wall.

"I would assume as much."

Naja turns when the two arrive, taking time to carefully observe them; the woman, of course, was most interesting. Not a race that Naja was use to, but that was normal in Paixao. She had her questions about it, though she kept them to herself. This was business, after all. And the first of her informants...

"You both have assumed correctly," she answers smoothly, strolling over to her desk where her Morgenstern lays and leans against it. "I'm pleased to see that you've made a safe rrreturn."

"As am I," Balthier replies, "considering the veritable mob of creatures more than happy to wring our necks. Well, our hearts, really, but I suppose there isn't all that much difference in the end." The pirate leans forward in his chair, his tone serious yet light and with the barest hint of a self-assured smirk on his lips. "Now, it'd be a shame if what we learned ended up being lost to the winds because of a lack of monetary recompense, wouldn't it?" He'd said it before over the journals, but it was fair to remind their hirer what was at stake.

"So, let's get that taken care of first, shall we?"

In the end there wasn't much difference. Not if you asked Fran. Hearts or heads; both would leave them quite unable to continue flying (or not flying) as they would.

"Not the welcome we would have liked."

A simple truth, and only thing she gives. She's always been given to letting Balthier do most of the talking, and now is no reason to do otherwise.

((........ ..... So yeah. Spish never tracked this. :| ERRRR.))

"Of course, that's the most important of all." She glances to Fran, raises a brow, and then pulls out a key from her person and unlocked a drawer. "We were going to work with gil, is that right?" she asks, flicking a coin to the tabletop. "This is the Jeuno coin from where I'm frrrom. Duchy. Pesky, Middle Lands place."

She flicks up a second, older looking, mythril coin, imprinted with differing seals on each side. "This is the Imperial coin." She picks it up. "This one is worth about 2,000 gil." She raises a brow. "Whether or not that exchange would work on your world." She doesn't 'mind' of course giving up gil. The Imperial coin is worth more to her, after all.

Balthier eyes the coins curiously. The one worth 2000 was a tempting trade, but he had to wonder what about it made it worth that much. If the money didn't take, he would have to sell it, and then it all became a matter of the materials that made it up. He picks up the first coin, holding it between his index finger and thumb, inspecting it curiously. "Any particular reason behind the different costs, or is it all a matter of location?"

Balthier's question was a worthy one, although one of Fran's ears twitches slight at the mention of 'Imperial'. She had no qualms with them, of course - or at least the local variant - but it was interesting enough to wonder about.

As for the rate of exchange... she personally had her doubts. But she'd let Balthier's question speak for her for the time. After all, it was she wanted to know as well.

"Different locations, seas apart. Only just started communications with those lands and beginning to adapt to their way of coin as well." She glances away at that, thinking to herself. "Though that's not completely true... we're compromising with them, I suppose."

She leans against her desk. "The symbol on the coin rrresembles Serpentking Zahak... not that that has any weight to you." She shrugs. "Gil and Imperial coin is what I have." She flips the gil coin up several times from her hand as she continues on. She leaves out all the fiddly details of how she's cutting their costs (she only had so much, after all) and cuts straight to the point.

"As far as I know, you only did field ops. That reward starts low, and given the information you divulge, it crrrawls up to what I would say is a decent one. Follow me?"

So it was a matter of location and symbols, then. Shame, that. He would have liked to hear the makeup of the coin. Balthier stares at the coin a moment, thinking to himself, weighing the pros and cons of each choice. He almost misses when she gives details about the reward, but manages to break from his thoughts just in time.

"And what might that amount be?" A low one, no doubt. Most people were all-too-hesitant to part with their gil. Understandably so, but it was always so bothersome to pry the deserved amount from the hirer's hands, and something told him this was going to be an especially difficult case.

"Trade partners, perhaps?" That would offer reason enough to adopt something similar enough to their methods of payment. But it held little enough interest overall. What mattered here and now was the matter of payment, not the details of a world that was similar and yet not to the one she knew best.

A strange place, this city. But this she had known for some time.

"Mmmm, trade partners, yes. That sounds about rrright." Close enough, at least. Although she didn't quite trust Jeuno getting their noses into the Empire's business. It may have given her an influx of mercenaries, but it didn't mean she had to like it. She turns her eyes up to Balthier, seriousness and honesty within them despite the lie she was about to tell, "800 gil," she tells them.

Perhaps depending on the quality of their information she would 'raise' it to 1200. But of course... that was only the price she decided on for Sentinels, which they were not. Heh. Unless they signed contracts to her company, they were getting half that reward.

800 gil... Not too terrible a price, he supposed, though he wouldn't mind something a bit higher. "Well then, in that case we might be able to offer a little something of worth. Let's see..." he begins, continuing to toy with the coin in his hand as he talks.

"You'd be surprised where a door can lead. Secret rooms, a hidden trove of treasures, a quick escape... In this case we managed to stumble upon another world entirely." He lets this sink in a moment. "Quite the place, too. Real plants, a real sky, and a long stretch of beach. Pity the locals weren't so friendly, or it could have been a prime spot for a little rest and relaxation."

"It would seem another world, even. Were it not for the fact that it was but a simple door that led there."

And she had felt little that would have suggested the door being the threshold of some great portal. There had been some manner of strangeness, that much was true, but what it was she had little way of telling. This world's workings were yet strange to her and would likely remain so for some time.

"Some may find it enjoyable all the same."

Some as in 'very few' but it would work well enough either way.

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