Lisha looked at me. I knew that condemning look she would usually give me every time she would judge me in her head. She had served me since we were children for me to get familiar with this strict woman. Despite that, she was the only person I could trust in this manor.
'This time, I am innocent, Lisha. Stop looking at me as if I just hired a male escort.' I communicated silently and mentally rolled my eyes.
I cleared my throat as I set my eyes back on Sven. "Lisha, hand him the reward," said I, watching Lisha let out a shallow breath before handing the pouch full of gold to him. Seeing this, I spoke once again.
"I said, a year's worth, Lisha. I don't think that is enough," I stressed while sporting a poker face. She looked at me for a second, blinking twice. To my relief, Lisha went along with my petty display of wealth.
