Well, seem Kairi had met her sister quickly enough.  They were greeted by three guards and a woman that hugged Kairi, and blushed at something... Petra could only wonder what.  She took the pouch, opened it and appraised it quickly, then grinned her thanks to the mercantile woman.  Of course, before she could reply... a certain breastplate laden man was on the scene, demanding that...<br/><br/>...wait,<em>what?!</em><br/><br/>"Yeah, not sure who you are, but you might want to listen before you make more of an ass of yourself." she said, speaking up to not only the man, but also the crowd (she was no fool; if you could get a crowd on your side, the one man will back down, if only to save face) "See, these two behind me, and the woman before me?  They were captured by the<em>orcs</em>that you and the guards put up in the Inn I was staying at a request for<em>someone</em>to look into.<em>I</em>took the job, and<em>I</em>saved these fine fellows, and<em>killed</em>all eight of the orcs<em>and</em>the<em>ogre</em>that was with them!  This halfling's master and the dead man in the back were the victims of this crime, the dead man the original owner of these wagons."<br/><br/>She reached - slowly - to her pack, and drew out one of the orc heads from her pack, tossing it ahead to the breastplate man's feet.  Then she repeated it, pulling two at a time, then the ogre head at the end, a nice little pile of some nine heads on the ground before the crowd, the gunslinger standing proudly and smirking above them like trophies.<br/><br/>"Not only that, but<em>I</em>know what they were looking for, and this man..." she said, nodding to the man behind her winking to him subtly "...overheard what their plans were, apparently.  So go ahead, arrest us, put us in jail, throw away the key even, but know that you'll be putting away a woman who quite possibly saved this man and these women, and the town, from the orcs, and a man who - if you can afford his price I'm sure - who might be able to inform you as to what they were looking for... so<em>your call</em>whoever you are.  Pay me my gold for the job and pay the man behind me to provide you with counter-intelligence, or put away four good people..."<br/><br/>She hoped the rogue-alchemist enjoyed it; she just gave the man a<em>very</em>plausible story.  He was welcome, she figured... that, and it put him in a spot.  That, and Petra still had that journal, and someone was bound to know orcish in this town...