[It was less that mages were paid well and more that Watanuki was used to living an extremely frugal life. It wasn't like a teenage boy on the run could make a ton of money, and even before that life at the Circle had been a very plain one. As long as he had warm clothes, a roof over his head, and a meal in his stomach, he was fine.

Plus, being a kid he didn't really know much about wage negotiations or anything. He kind of just figured that people were paid what they were owed. If nobody else was complaining.]

I think I heard the word 'shade' mentioned, if that helps?

[Watanuki hoped he was identifying the type of demon correctly. He wasn't always sure of what demon was what, so he had to make his best guess.]

It might be a good idea to stop in every now and again as well. You never know what I might hear about around here. And I bet you'll be hard-pressed to find a better healer for yourself too.

[Speaking of which, Watanuki removed his hands from Varric's, giving him room to inspect the handywork done to his...well, hand. Watanuki was a surprisingly thorough healer, if nothing else. The dwarven magic resistance had made things harder, but that cut was barely more than a patch of irritated skin by then. When it came to stubborn injuries, having Perseverance on his side always did the trick.]