"Someone say my name?" Zavros approached Kisara - the woman that the other 'companions' (for lack of a better word, really) seemed somewhat suspicious of - as he heard himself mentioned. He didn't<em>quite</em>share the same suspicions, but for the moment, he was holding judgment. If he'd based her on what another like her had done to his parents' farm...well, he didn't want to become that kind of person.<br/><br/>"We talkin' payment?" he asked quizzically. "We just survived a honest-to-gods...whatever that was-" He gesticulated with one of his massive arms, for lack of better ways to describe the horrific dangers they'd all just encountered, "-saved a bunch of people from a fate worse'n death, and we made it. And we're dickerin' over payment?"<br/><br/>Some people. The folks back in town were the same way, really.<br/><br/>"Look, I can...well, I can prolly build you somethin'. Not sure about the boat - we don't own it, belongs more to Mouse than me, really - but I can forge some blades or...I dunno. What does your cap'n want? Help us meet you halfway here."