Agricolus reads the thread and leans back on his plush chair. He smiles at the dedication of ShadowStalker, and shakes his head at the concept of such a generous offer. He pulls out his wallet, however, staring at the pile, or wad, of failed Powerball tickets. He mentally weighs the odds; he mentally weighs the 'hidden viggerish' - that concept that the more you lose, the closer you are to winning. He pours a shot of Lowland blend, topping it off with a pinch of heather from the flowerpot on the table. He hands it to Shad in a virtual acceptance of his offer...
"Hae, laddie, I'm in..."