"Can't risk going back through the garrison with her in tow," Halam grumbled darkly, thumbing the blade of the axe hanging at his waist as he often did when deep in thought. "The coin we have left.. it won't get us back, now. We can't afford to buy new mounts, not without anything to exchange."<br/><br/>There was a way, of course - it was the last thing he wanted to do, and he'd sooner exhaust every other possibility, but there<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>a way. But that didn't matter yet. They'd first need to get the girl, assuming they even made it that far. He took a deep breath, weighing their options.<br/><br/>"I'll be straight with you, lad. A part of me wonders if this even be worth the trouble. We didn't sign on for all this shit, and we haven't even reached the hard part yet!" He rapped a hand against his own thick steel chest plate, covered in dents and scars from years of heavy use. He'd been in many a tight spot before, but this kind of uncertainty was unnerving. "Maybe we give in, maybe we say screw the job and find something more… within reach."<br/><br/>He turned and watched a retinue of very well dressed ladies parade by, parasols twirling, jewels gleaming on their necks and fingers. "Or maybe we make this job<span style="font-style: italic">worth</span>the trouble. Tell me friend, so we really<span style="font-style: italic">need</span>Jhoran? Krimgorn knows he sent us right into a viper's pit, didn't give us the proper information, and now we find ourselves with a mountain of shit to climb and no guarantee the fucker will even come through for us in the end."<br/><br/>He watched his partner closely, wondering what Mercutio would think of his proposition.