He made a face at the mention of hard work. "Yes, well, one would be a fool to pay a high price for a simple job...and the king is no fool. Or he wouldn't be the king." He handed over a few gold pieces for the bottles of health and mana replenishing potions he had selected, along with a couple bottles of cure disease. It wouldn't do if one of them should fall due to a simple illness just because there weren't any ingredients around to make the cure. "I'm not sure, there's been a lot more people around in the area for a while. I mostly kept out of the way and stayed indoors. And yes, unfortunately we do need them," Eramthgin said after tucking away the bottles into his potions' pouch. "I've encountered many who have lost limbs or their lives because they didn't have the right potion at the right time. While having a healer would help overcome a good deal of the problems we might run into, it's still better to be safe than sorry." Noticing Fiona's wary glances, he decided they should probably leave the area, just in case. "How about going for a drink? I know a place where someone like Gorge wouldn't ever consider. He'd say it's too...posh." ...They had a few gold pieces left to spare after all, so why not indulge a little bit.