[ Nate doesn't number finds like that. Doesn't count them quantitatively, simply follows stories back to the source, and whatever he comes up with is what he gets. On rare occasion there's treasure, an archaeological goldmine from which to tally worth, but the rest are just baubles. Pieces he pockets because they're there, most of which sit on shelves in his office, most of which never see an audience greater then one.
It strikes him how strange it is that Rafe Adler of all people should be angry about what Nate has or has not accomplished. He isn't published in National Geographic or Archaeology Now, he doesn't attend galas or fundraisers, there aren't museum wings with his name emblazoned above them, traveling exhibitions he curates. For all intents and purposes Nate doesn't exist in the legal realm of the business, and barely lifted his head above the water in the less-than-legal side. People approached him by word of mouth, he never had business cards or a brick and mortar set-up.
People talked, but not that much. Most shit was just hearsay, told and told again with embellishments and exaggerations, if there's anyone left to do the telling. Generally Nate tends to leave a trail of mercenary bodies in his wake, because in spite of the apparent reputation he has the paychecks are big enough to incentivize them to shoot at him in burning buildings until he shoots back.
For a long moment he looks at Rafe, brow wrinkled, confused. ]
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It strikes him how strange it is that Rafe Adler of all people should be angry about what Nate has or has not accomplished. He isn't published in National Geographic or Archaeology Now, he doesn't attend galas or fundraisers, there aren't museum wings with his name emblazoned above them, traveling exhibitions he curates. For all intents and purposes Nate doesn't exist in the legal realm of the business, and barely lifted his head above the water in the less-than-legal side. People approached him by word of mouth, he never had business cards or a brick and mortar set-up.
People talked, but not that much. Most shit was just hearsay, told and told again with embellishments and exaggerations, if there's anyone left to do the telling. Generally Nate tends to leave a trail of mercenary bodies in his wake, because in spite of the apparent reputation he has the paychecks are big enough to incentivize them to shoot at him in burning buildings until he shoots back.
For a long moment he looks at Rafe, brow wrinkled, confused. ]
...how would you even know that?