Kiira merely shrugged as her haphazardly crafted plot unraveled. It was difficult enough to keep eight people coordinated at the best of times, but with no planning and no communication she was a little surprised it hadn't gone down in a roaring inferno, particular when the shifty looking fellow started shouting about being a guard within ear shot of the<em>actual</em>guards.<br/><br/>When the champion of Sune began to depart the elf rolled her eyes theatrically and gave Jean a little smile. After letting go of the girl's shoulders she stepped around her to face the remaining guards, conveniently positioning herself between them and the girl, in case things went south. Delicate fingers disappeared into a pocket, and an instant later the old worn coin was spinning in the air. It was caught with a practiced motion and slipped back into a pocket once Kiira'd seen the outcome.<br/><br/>"Gentlemen we're in a bit of a hurry, as I'm sure you've deduced from our comrade's impatience. We are on business for House Erithiam, and representatives of not one but two temples travel with us. I suggest you think long and hard about how the trouble you'll incur delaying our mission will stack up against the petty complains of one idiot with more balls than brains."<br/><br/>From another pocket she pulled a small linen pouch, weighing it in her hand before tossing it to the most reasonable sounding of the three remaining guards. "I imagine twenty gold each should be more than enough to make up for your troubles, and you can easily afford to take the brat to a prostitute or three so he won't go crying to daddy. I highly suggest you be reasonable. I'd hate to have to take my money back..."