With the cutpurses presumably giving up their attack, Yarith relaxed her grip and stance both, though she kept her polearm at her side in case of treachery.  Out of battle, she seemed ever so slightly<em>softer</em>, though every bit as capable as before.  "Not quite adventurers, but certainly not easy targets for thieves, no.  If you truly wished for coin, you could have made an honest living.  If not here, then elsewhere on this planet.  Consider it a pilgrimage."  She sighed as the others recovered and stood together, choosing the same path of non-resistance.<br/><br/>"I only defended myself and my traveling partner, as I<strong>expect</strong>you to do on your way to look for work, or at least a decent shelter."  It was obvious from her tone of voice that what she said was no suggestion, but a demand.  "Now, what can you tell me of this settlement you mention it?  Is there any way<em>around</em>it?  Who's in charge of it, and why is there no work?"  She asked in rapid fire, adding one more on the end.  "Ah, and you will tell us the location of your hideout and whether you've trapped it."<br/><br/>