The blackguards escorted them in. Gaulon's apprentice, Orvo Bosran, immediately approached and tossed a heavy bag of jewels at Elleden's feet. She waited for him to step away before stooping to gather her payment.
"This concludes our business, Elleden. Well done indeed. This is no small prize. Your renown will surely grow exponentially."
Gaulon sauntered up to the mercenary, Elleden stiffened. "We could offer you rewards far greater than stones. We could offer you immortality."
Elleden smiled coldly. "As tempting as that sounds, witchy, blue and red really aren't my colors. As you said, business concluded."
Elleden turned and locked eyes with Motoman once before departing.
Gaulon motioned to her apprentice. "Take a squad and pursue her. She can test the new Ilyich Exilir formulae for us, firsthand. Persuade her of its wisdom."
The undead sorcerer turned to Motoman, her red eyes flaring.
"As I, old foe, shall endeavor to persuade you." Her smile was like a casket slowly opening.