Tearlach shakes his head, chuckling. "I'm no wizard, laddie, but from dealing with old Memnos, I know ye don't work cheap. And have little use for gold, either, but take payment in the stuff you wizards use. Something called 'wheeze', if I recall rightly. I'd not be able to pay ye for your work. Fresh out of this 'wheeze' stuff, except after climbing the mast on a cold morning." His mouth twists as he looks up at the crow's nest. The last time he went up there, he'd had to use the 'lubber's hole' instead of climbing over the edge like a real sailor, and that doesn't sit too well with him.
(( Aodhan may know the name Tearlach just mentioned. Memnos is a reasonably-famous Verditius from the Theban tribunal, as well as being someone Talia has studied under.))