"Is it really okay for me to take this much?" Anse smiled until his eyes narrowed to slits. He handed the money pouch to Brat, signaling for him to count it for him.
"It's not much, not much." Seeing that Anse was not dissatisfied, Tich felt slightly relieved. He had heard that this man could be somewhat petty and held grudges fiercely. This money really was not something they could skimp on.
Compared to money, they valued Anse himself more. As Faerun's most troublemaking organization, no one understood the importance of people better than they did.
"Under those circumstances last night, we could only sell it to Waterdeep's Magaster family. There were only a few in all of Silver Scale Bay who dared take it off our hands. We took quite a loss, but there won't be any trouble afterward..." he added.
Normally, even a bare medium-sized sailing ship could sell for several thousand gold coins. Though the [Conch] was damaged, it still carried so many muskets, cannons, and munitions. Selling it for only 5,600 gold coins was a crushing loss.
But if they had waited until daylight to look for a buyer, all sorts of unforeseen trouble and obstacles might have arisen.
"I understand." Anse smiled.
"You left too early last night. The Magaster family's steward wanted to meet you as well." Tich took out a golden badge and placed it before him. "He asked me to give you this—a senior member's badge of the Waterdeep Noble Commerce Alliance."
"What's this for?" Anse picked up the badge and found "Ashen Knight" and a string of numbers engraved on its back. The corner of his mouth twitched.
"Buying and selling goods, reservations, lodging, taking ships... it has plenty of uses." After thinking for a moment, Tich handed him a silver