The elf groaned and turned toward the Argonian.  She had no quibble with his people, but between the growing number of eyes on their little group and the continued talking, it seemed little was going to get done.  She let the man talk, considering by his words that he was likely an entertainer of sorts.  His lack of visible weaponry increased that chance, but he could easily hide a dagger somewhere on his being.  As her eyes explored his visible belongings, she noted his lute.  A bard.  That would explain his attire, as well.<br/><br/>She sighed heavily.  Tanesha was perfectly correct.  How would a bard have a chance of paying as much as the Jarl.  And she doubted that this bard would be offering them a contract to fight the soldiers, as they had been planning.<br/><br/>"I have no quarrel with you, bard," she said.  "But, Jarl Elsef can pay much more than the entire Bard's College can.  We<em>are</em>sellswords, after all.  And I plan to fight the Stormcloaks, whether I get paid to or not.  Unless your contract offers a chance at that, I don't imagine I will be accepting your offer."