"I think ... " he says slowly. "I think I'm done fighting Kobolds for now."
"Aw. We were just getting to the good part!"
So we head all the way back to town, fifty paces away. As always, madmen and loonies are stabbing one another in the streets, screaming nonsense. We sprint through the melee, ducking at opportune moments and elbowing past the half dozen or so people who challenge Norman to a duel.
Norman stops to talk to Remy "Two Times," a shifty-looking fellow by the side of the road. I sort of remember Norman talking to him earlier, but I was too busy watching the night elf dance naked on the mailbox to pay attention to what their agreement was.
I watch as Norman hands the guy all the gold dust we've collected. They shake hands and Norman nods for us to head for the inn.
"What was that all about? Did you really give that guy gold dust?" I ask as we skirt around a pool of fire someone has called down.
Norman shrugs, "Sure. I mean, he asked me to get the gold from the Kobolds. I figured we were going there anyway, so might as well. A job's a job, right? And we need the money."
"How much money do we have? How many gold?"
"We've got thirty silver. Almost a third of the way to our first gold piece."
"And how many gold pieces do you think are in ten handfuls of gold dust?"
"I ... " Norman looks back at Remy. Then down at his purse. Then over to me.
"So what did he pay you for all that gold, which you risked your life for?" I ask as casually as possible.
Norman holds out his hand and slowly opens it to reveal a small burlap pouch, "He gave me a ... bag of marbles."
"So. Pretty good deal, then?" I ask.
Norman's face goes red. "That son of a bitch!" he shrieks.
"Woah. Easy on the language. Sensitive ears here."
"I'm sorry," he stammers.
"I'm just messing with you. You really think a demon is going to be offended by swearing?"
"No, I mean I'm sorry to lose my temper, but I can't believe he would take advantage of me like that. I'm here to help these people!"
"I know, right? It's enough to make you abandon your absurd devotion to The Lighttm and join the smart people on Team Evil."
"No it isn't!" he snaps.
"Okay," I tell him. "But don't think the invitation will stay open forever."