<strong>"Two thousand for each of you. Up front......."</strong>Mingan had never been paid up front, and definitely not in the amounts this woman was offering them.  This Mage can want a piece of paper if he wants Mingan moves forward all of his feet's accord.  "Aye," Mingan said mostly too himself, "I'll find anything you want for Gold upfront." Shaking his head smirking "I must be moving up in the world."<br/><br/>Mingan smiled as the Sampson checked the gold and declared his intention to find the journal.<strong>"Sampson Grimrock will retrieve this journal for you, ma'am although I believe I won't be traveling alone..."</strong>"Oh no, count me in on this one big feller, just be sure to leave some of their heads for me to lop off."<br/><br/>Mingan had no real experience with religion.  He worshiped battle and prayed to his weapon.  But surprisingly he found himself more and more inclined to respect the view points of these warring priests, though anyone wielding a spear like that shouldn't be called something innocent like maiden.  But they had a knack to ask insightful questions.<strong> If I may be so bold as to make an inquiry? I respect that you do not wish to disclose details about the content of the book, but we should prepare ourselves accordingly, what do you know about the scoundrels who stole from you? How will we recognize the leather journal?"</strong>Mingan was inclined to agree with the mage tackle everyone suspicious in the city and beat the truth out of them, but one of his rare wisdom moments intervened.  "No mage," Sighed Mingan, "Much as I'd like to simply attack every suspicious person in Soubar, the 'maiden' has a point.  We need some basic information about this journal.  Or else we might beat some innocent person near death over their mothers favorite grog recipes." Mingan's eyes gleam as though remembering something from his past.  Shaking his head, "no," he said, "that wont do.?