"Her master uses The Red Sun as his sword, patron," the bar tender went on to explain, which got him a cold glare from the woman. "But like all of us, coin speaks volumes."
She wished she could use her sword on that man, or even the both of them. But she kept herself level headed and looked to Ares.
"As I said, a request would be needed, and on the letter, or on the lips of a servant you'd send, be sure to include what you wish and all of it's details so my master can make an appropriate reply."
Yes, it was true, her master was a greedy bastard; she just hoped this man wouldn't actually try this approach, as it would be difficult for her to pose a refusal where any sort of money was concerned.
"I am sure you are aware of his illness, so he makes his visits meaningful and limited while he takes respite. You will understand if there is a refusal, or delay."