Gavinyarel: The Roxey Village, the old Roxey Cemetery -- Midyear, 4E 201
Gavinyarel gritted his teeth slightly. He was beginning to lose his patience with the woman. "Considering you can't exactly prove you're the one who did dispose of this creature, seeing as how you didn't appear to have brought any sort of proof back to the inn, you have even less of a right to the bounty as I do right now. In case you haven't realized it yet, I'm vouching for you. You didn't even have a torch, so there's no way you could've burned this thing. Unless you've got a better explanation as to how this zombie ended up like this, I'm insisting that I get half the bounty." he said plainly to the woman. Not that a fifty-septim reward was the grandest payout he'd ever pursued during his time, but as a man on the road, his purse could be only so big.