As she called out to the few who were still there, Cutter blushed and quickly looked down in his beer.  He was definitely thinking of doing it... if not for any reward, for her... but he wasn't exactly good at fighting.  No... he was a thief... and though his talents didn't just include stealing, he wasn't eager to get himself killed by goblins.<br/><br/>"I ain't got time," one guy said, a rough looking man in chainmail.  He looked to be some sort of sellsword, and he'd need a reward to do anything.<br/><br/>The big man from before groaned and shook his head.  "Goblins ain't worth my time..." he said lowly to himself, though she could hear him.  Other patrons said similar things, but basically, no one was willing to help.  At least... not here.