"You know my stance," the cold-hearted elf says. "Well, I think we should, at the very least, listen to their offer. The worst we can do is say 'no', right?" "I agree... we should at least entertain them, see what they have to say." Cerul scowls, but she's outnumbered. "Alright, fine. But, first, let's get rid of the pig, shall we?" "Actually, I had a marvelous idea... since you don't want to be in the negotiations, anyway, why don't you take the prisoner to the jail, yourself, while the rest of us handle it, and then meet back at the local inn for the night?" Cerul shrugs, apparently accepting of that role. "Splendid!"