>Sell Aya to cover the costs.
>You produce Aya from your backpack and offer to sell her to Professor Bosqueverde to cover your expenses.
>"Oh, a tengu?" she says, raising a brow and shuffling in for a closer look.
>Aya surveys her surroundings with a slack-jawed and vacant expression, looking for all the world like a woman just plucked unceremoniously from halfway across the world. Funny that. "How did you- Where is-" She stares wide-eyed into your open pack. "How?!"
>The professor cranes her neck towards Aya's wings. "One of my colleagues, I do rightly believe, was seeking recently the feathers of a tengu for some project or another. Rare it is that we get the opportunity to come upon such things, even within a city such as this. Yes, yes, very much to their own isolation do they keep."
>"Helloooo?" The tengu's voice is strangely muffled; on inspection, she seems to have stuck her whole head inside your pack again. Oddly, you think you can hear her voice echoing. "Is anyone else down there?"
>"The issue of price is an uncertain one," the professor continues without the slightest acknowledgement of the situation. "Yes, a most uncommon question for a commodity itself most uncommon. While I cannot rightly claim to speak for another, I might yet say that the region of 20 guilders per feather could be perhaps considered reasonable, yes - or reasonable
enough, at any rate. Excuse me, miss, but how many might you be willing to part with?"
>"Can you speak up a little?" you hear Aya shout into your pack. "I can't see any-"
>At that point, the pirate's voice is cut off with an abrupt shriek as she is yanked headfirst back into your inventory. You hear the dull thump of leather on leather as it closes up after her, followed by a faint gurgling noise.
>The professor regards the spot Aya occupied a moment before with a crestfallen look. "Ah. A pity, that."