"Ey, I'll be joining, my large friend. No need to get your knickers in a twist." The deep gnome spoke up as he downed the remaining beer and hopped down from the stool. As he stood straight the wizard brushed off his deep purple robes, plucking off any stray threads and flashed the lady knight a sharp toothy grin, "That statment runs true for me as well, Madame.... Gold is the prefered payment lads." he said truning the sharp smile towards the officers now.<br/>----------------<br/>"I'll be coming as well." the Halfing spoke up now, an odd bit eager glint in thier eyes. "And for your information, sir," the Halfing said pointedly towards Gilmore, "I am more than of age. I'm no child." the Halfing glared now picking up thier bow and quiver of arrows. Standing tall and proud the Halfing now despite their looks had the air of one who was seasoned with combat. Gilmore raised a brow in question but said nothing more.<br/><br/>"You say this is from the king and we're being payed? I'm all in then." Asher said thinking of what they had already lost. At this point there was nothing left to lose, desperation and anger has set in and burned out long ago. All that was left was a glimmer of hope.