"My dear Captain, I have a suspicion that you don't yet understand the curse's complexities."
With the link to the glamour spell now broken and an uncomfortable mental image of being roasted alive by angry men on dragons now burning through her mind, Thiadis maintained the charm and grace of particularly venomous viper. She began to search recklessly through her bag, tossing an extra cloak over Selaina and shoving worn books under her arm.
"You are not negotiating," she continued. "You are demanding gold from two women that have just been chased around by annoying thugs and making evidently empty threats. Who told you gold would negate the curse?"
Potions clinked in thick glass jars. She selected two, a healing elixer with a delicate golden hue and one that appeared to be a captured thunder cloud, and placed them in the pockets of the cloak now draped over Selaina.
"Now, Captain and Mister Talking Rock, inform me of your general direction so that I may find you." Her exposed pale skin was turning an unfortunate shade of pink. She found a scarf and wrapped up her face, leaving only her glowering eyes visible.