A blur of movement came from Cain's hand, and a small sack was tossed over to Veata. "Thirty pieces of silver," he said in a low voice, his back still to the djinn. "As always." His eyes settled on the trinket, and he nodded once, picking it up within his pale hand. The guild leader's broad shoulders stiffened a bit as he stepped over to the fire place, throwing the medallion into the flames.
"Darius and the others," he said, his deep voice emotionless. Staring into the burning fire, the tall man slightly turned his head back to Veata. "Have you heard from them recently?"