Syntanetz took the money and turned towards the exit.
- Not the worst operation, considering the unexpected complications, - he said over his shoulder as he left. - You saved almost everyone; that's a satisfactory result... But they give more for one old man than we received, risking our lives. Draw your own conclusions.
He left the commander's office, shaking his head. Weighing his meager share in his hand, he imagined how he would persuade his greedy "friends" to part with the looted cursed treasures and smiled inwardly at the thought.
He headed to the perfumery, hoping to find something for his injury.