Fortuna taps his fingers on the table, then gestures to the Gamorrean. The guard reaches to his belt, and produces a small cloth bag, which he drops into Fortuna hand. It clinks gently as Fortuna tosses it across the table, next to the Quarren's drink.

"Ten percent. My master will not permit more before delivery is complete."

(Very slightly, Hera's lekku quiver.)