"Ah, Officer Roy, you've gone to so much trouble." Lynch's face immediately broke into a grateful smile as he stepped forward and extended both hands to shake Roy's.
The moment their hands clasped, a bearer check for five hundred Gold Coins silently slid into the officer's palm.
After a quick glance at the amount, the smile on the portly officer known as Roy's face grew even more brilliant and sincere.
He tucked the check into his uniform pocket with a practiced, natural motion and said humbly, "Oh, what's a little trouble? It's all so the Empire can quell the rebellion sooner. It's my duty. All part of the job, really."
Lynch offered a few more compliments, but he couldn't help grumbling to himself, 'Senior Brother Raymond is always complaining about how the quartermaster's office drags its feet and gets nothing done. It seems that, in the end, he's just too cheap. As long as the wheels are greased, this department is more efficient than a goblin merchant.'
