Gilmore, with what little ale there was left in his mug cupped gently in his hands and a slight glimmer in his keen gnomish eyes, he tilted his head ever so slightly to the larger of his current human companions, Andre, and quickly calculated various probabilities, "Able bodies most likely." The deep gnome spoke quietly, his accent crisp and clear but the tone deep and craggy as he glanced back and forth from kingsmen to the now returned priest and her 'pet' as they took their seats.<br/>"And as Norah has deduced, whatever it is most likely means coin, and I<span style="font-style: italic">love</span>me a bit of coin." the purple-robed wizard stated with a flash of bright pearly whites.<br/><br/>"Coin? Coin is good, very good." The small halfling perched next to him quipped sleepily, speaking for what seemed to be the first time since they had sat here.<br/><br/>"Ah, they speak!" Gilmore jested looking at the cloaked halfling who finally lifted their head up from the oak table and looked as though they had finally snapped out of some sort of daze.<br/><br/>The small cloaked halfling with a quiver and bow laying at rest by their side had been sitting here alone at the table prior to this motley crew being formed. All other tables in this establishment had been fully occupied so after some distracted albeit agreeable sounding mumbling from them, Gilmore had taken his seat by them and invited the others he saw without a place to sit or other company to join them. He hadn't even caught the drowsy strangers name or profession.<br/><br/>"Ah, yes. Pardon me for my silence, the entertainment here is sub par and I swear I was falling asleep in me seat." The... boy?.... girl? smiled a little sheepishly towards those sitting at the table before the dark-haired halfling blinked for a moment rubbing at their eyes and straightened out their back.<br/>"Umm... when did so many others join this table?" they asked seeming more than a little puzzled, big brown eyes wide open.<br/><br/>"Seems like you had too much to drink, friend." Gilmore let out a throaty chuckle, "...Then again, are ye even old enough to drink?" the gnome questioned looking at the halflings youthful features wondering if they were, in fact, a child.