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Minion blinked and looked past the containers to see the dwarf, that's what it was right? While his internal thoughts debated for split second intervals Minion took the time to take in the persons characteristics. He had such wonderful colors on, and he was close enough for the inexperienced 'adventurer to be' in order to make out all of the fine details.

Shaking his head from side to side Minion regained his sense of manners and addressed the dwarf with a bow of the head and would have extended a his hand, but trade manors might be different so he instead introduced himself.

"Wonderful, my name is Minion, and I would like to purchase some water... but," There was hesitation in his voice, it wasn't that he disliked the idea of getting free water, it was that he thought it would be rude to pass of a false impression of himself to some one. "...but all the money I have I found. Could you accept this purse," Minion raised it above the containers and jingled it again, "and return it to the original owner if you know them, and let me take use some the money in there to pay you, as I would have requested a finders fee?"

He was still much of a child in this respect, he never liked being in debt to anyone, and felt that no one would like to be in debt to him, so as a mutual understanding of debt dislikers, people would accept his absurd proposals, if for no other reason than to clear his mind, less their own. That's what it had been in Strata at least, especial that time-

Time! What?! What do you mean 'Time!' Look at the clock closer to the center of the stalls, the one that might have been used to track hours, do you see what time it says? So it does... well lets get some water then get out of here, I can suit up while walking so you're going to move on from this conversation, ok? Got it.

"No, I don't." Anson answered without raising his voice or panicking like the halfling had. "Why don't you tell me where we are in words that someone like me can understand?"

He didn't realize 'where they were' but he did have a pretty good inkling that Sanchez had wanted to keep whatever was in the bag out of the public eye. Seeing that it was a ruby only made things more uncertain. Either he was concerned about having it stolen from him or he wasn't supposed to have it in the first place. Not exactly payment for a legitimate package... but even if what he had sent to Jera was a questionable substance the payment was nothing more than a gemstone.

Unless there was more to it than that.

Before anything else could be said Anson grabbed the bag of gold off the countertop and tucked it into a pouch on the side of his belt. There was no telling if pressing this guy a little harder was going to make him welch on the payment so he wanted to make sure that it was in his hands already.

"You wanted to see it, now we both have. But neither of you said anything about that belonging to you so the way I see it, it's mine until you convince me otherwise." The young Paladin leaned forward across the counter, placing his left hand down flat upon it as he did and loomed over the halfling. "So... convince me."

He didn't have time to waste doing this, but it was right in front of him so he couldn't stop now. Either Sanchez would talk, or Anson would put the fear of God into him.

Shining rays of light radiated from the ebony eyes, creating quite the paradox. Minion was beaming, and overjoyed that good natured people existed in other parts of the world as well. After the child like reaction, he exhaled slowly and regained his composure, blinking a few times to adjust his vision back to normal for fantasy.

"Thank you for your troubles. I'll be sure to recommend you to my friends. Take care."

Three bottles of water were moved from the counter of wares, into a pouch of his desert cape, into three pouches actually, the bottles couldn't all fit into one. Smiling softly, Minion nodded to the dwarf again before turning and heading in the direction that would lead him to where he was supposed to meet this person...

The bobbing head amongst a crowd of larger people, was now aware of how things went on here and managed to avoid someone bumping into him once or twice. The pertinent task at hand was getting the gauntlets on. By loosening both of the strapping, Minion was able to slip the gauntlets up past his elbows and attach the the harness that went around his torso to keep the gauntlets in place. If some one looked at only his torso, he might have looked like a dominatrix. Habit had taken over motions by now and each of the four gauntlets were attached to the harness, which would prevent him from over extending his reach and ripping his arm off by accident.

Donning the light red vest again, Minion took the desert cloak and stuffed it between one of the tighter lashings for the harness and his body, before letting it fall behind him. It wasn't the ideal way to travel with it, but it would half to do for now, as it acted as his portable home.

Stopping momentarily, Minion adjusted the cloak so that it wasn't dragging behind him, instead it now was rolled up and hung akin to where a pouch, or series of pouches might have been. Double checking that he still had all three bottles of water, which he did. Minion proceeded to where the client would be... hopefully.

"What is taking them so...oh, here comes one of them now."

Share closed up his pad as he saw the first of his clients, Minion. He had met each of them personally before this mission, so they already knew how he looked and vice versa. However, at the same time, neither of the hired guys knew one another, unless they met prior to this.

"I see one of you made it here."

He looked about, suddenly seeing another one rushing over. Anson, he remembered he was called. He raised his hand to try to get his attention.

"Hey, you! Over here!"

That makes two.

And more on the way... though those that were called out to didn't know that yet because they had only met with Share Heathers himself and not with the other members of the expedition. Anson and Minion would be able to identify each other now that Heathers had called out to them but as for Reyin and the incognito innocent he was with, they were still in the dark.

Anson did not shout back at Heathers but instead raised his hand in acknowledgment; weaving around a few of the other travelers who were still disembarking at the station and heading over.

"Good morning, Sir Heathers," the Paladin greeted him politely upon finally catching up, "sorry if I kept you waiting."

((Tests are done, I can post now. My bad.))

"Well I-AHGYAD!"

Reyin didn't necessarily get dragged along, but his legs were definitely trying to play catchup with his upper body as soon as L'uazia caught notice of their employer. After about five seconds of disorientation he finally got his legs underneath him and was able to keep up with the smaller girl without much effort.

"Iunno. Looks like there might be at least one...and another kid who looks like he's...yep, so that makes two."

Reyin slowed his trot to a walk assuming he was able to get his arm free of his newfound companion. Their new employer wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, so it didn't look like there was a need to be in a hurry.

"So...this the merry adventuring company? Five of us?"

Reyin spoke on approach, but kept turning his head left and right to see if anybody else was on their way.

"Unless I'm missing somebody?"

It didn't appear that way, so Reyin stuck out his hand once he was close enough, aiming for a handshake with anyone who was willing to grant one.

"Name's Reyin Nova. Pleasure to meet all of ya."