"Oh, we will handle it," Marcus said. "Just give us that and we will be on our way."
Merchant May looked at him for a second.
Then at the chests.
Then back at him.
"You say that like moving fifty million kinah is the same as moving a sack of grain."
Marcus shrugged.
"To me, it's cargo."
The co-pilot, standing a few steps behind him, slowly turned his head.
"That is a very rich way of saying it."
Marcus ignored him.
May let out a soft breath, though there was a faint smile on her face. She seemed to understand by now that Marcus was not the type to explain everything. He didn't brag. He didn't perform. He simply did things and left people to wonder how.
That alone made him more difficult to read than most adventurers.
"Very well," May said. "But at least allow my men to help load it."
Marcus nodded once.
"That's fine."
May gave a small gesture.
The workers moved immediately.
