<div class="floatright">(http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd225/ancientaction/RacesShifterFemale.jpg)</div>Jayne Gold (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=295624) was enjoying the food while sitting back and listening to this proposition.  The storm here was mild compared to out at sea where it was a virtual tempest of chop and gale.  The winds were such that to attempt a flight out of here would be a death sentence, so, she and Will waited it out.<br/><br/>Their business here had not been pressing, merely one of many stops in a round to check on the interests of their order.  As a mandate, they kept their itinerary open so as to respond to issues that arose.  This would certainly qualify.  The gold was of no consequence, though it would go far to aiding their order in these parts.  What was of greater concern was the artifact and infestation of the green skinned.  The weight of responsibility pressed upon her as her heart stirred within her breast.<br/><br/>"I am with you, brother, " Jayne spoke to the Guild member with a nod to Will.  "This issue demands immediate attention.  Whether or not our goals are the same, we would not see any more piracy in these parts.  The populace and our mission here are ours to protect.  Perhaps we will gain followers when we display the virtues of Bahamuth."<br/><br/>Leaning aside to Will and speaking behind cupped hand so the conversation was theirs alone, Jayne whispered, "Bahamuth's will be done, brother.  We will do what needs be done."