"I'm just a cat." Root slumped in her seat, "But thanks for the compliment. And yes, you should answer."
Dusty finally stopped messing with her and answered. "No, I suppose we're not. We keep some various forms of currency around for travel, but we don't exactly need money back home."
Mortis leaned back in his chair, a big toothy smirk on his face. "Heh.... I rarely carry money with me. If I do, it's only a little bit. Quite easy to win money gambling. When you ask an opponent if they want to see death, a lot of them get scared of me and fold."
Maya faced Gold Dude, no hint of sarcasm or judgement on her face, just that constantly happy look. "Sounds effective, dude. A little rough for me to try, but effective."
"Course it is. Plus, it's not like I'm lying about the statement. The name's Mortis. That scary serious guy who left, with the very pointy helmet was Alex. Pretty much one of ten other guys whose buttons I like to push a bit. It's fun, and it provides a lot of entertainment."
Mortis span the small vial in front of him on the counter, then stopped it with one finger, giving a smirk. "I'd be lying if I said no. Though, I'm more durable then I look. Even without the armor."
Maya asked, "Mind if I test that?" Half of her was joking, the other half really wanted to see a demonstration of his durability.
"Heh... knock yourself out." Getting out of his seat, he took a few steps away from the counter. "Should I take off the armor?"
Maya got out of her seat and faced Mortis. "If you want, dude. Whatever makes you feel better." Dusty said, "There may be a policy against this in here..." Maya gave no bucks.
Mortis gave an exasperated sigh, as he shrugged, uncaring as well. "Psssh... man... you aren't being fun. It's not like we're actually going to fight. You want to test my durability, go for it."
Suddenly, in a quick movement, Maya had turned around, pushed herself up, and struck Mortis with her back hooves, one hitting the solar plexus, the other hitting slightly to the left. She was strong for a pegasus, the impact being comparable to taking a speeding mini-van to the chest.
Mortis was taken a bit off guard by the sudden strike to his solar plexus. He wasn't badly hurt, but decided to just fall on his back anyways, troll that he is. The armor absorbed a bit of damage from the shot, and he laid there for a few seconds, chuckled, as he kipped up to his feet, bowing dramatically. "Ta da. That's some strength though. I'm glad I decided to wear the armor. I can still feel it, though..." He touched the spot where the pegasus struck, rubbing it a bit.
"Have you ever taken claws to the face?" Root said jokingly, acting like she could beat any enemy, although she was just about the size of a caracal.
"Wow, you're pretty tough! I've taken out bigger things than you like that before." "I'm just glad you got up. You had me concerned for a second."
"I've been cut in the face before by some weapons before, not clawed though." Mortis gave an audible chuckle at Dusty's comment. "I've been told that I'm quite a 'difficult thorn' to remove and get rid of. Gemini's statement, not mine."
