"We come in more than one size, lass." Moira offered, strutting along the table like a pricey high-brow hooker advertising her goods. "Ta be certain, we'd be more than able ta contribute."<br/><br/>"Not ta be pootin' too fine a point on it, Jeff's more than a lil' on the selfish side. Wouldnae suprize me if he blew several before he blew his load off the bat." Sharon began, the thoughts of this actually forming into a plan of action.<br/><br/>Those thoughts were dashed when Viloet turned to leave. Still, maybe she'd come back... maybe. "We got ourselves inta this mess, we'll get ourselves out if we 'ave ta."<br/><br/>--–--------------------------------<br/><br/>Outside, Wrenn stood just outside the gate and leaned against the privacy fence. He appeared to be maintaining a certain level of inconspicuousness as Viloet exited the inn, though he pointedly and slowly turned his head to the side. One eye peered at the halfling in his peripheral vision. "All finished?" He asked, though not very directly. His hearing was certainly sharp and attention focused. It was likely he pointedly stayed in earshot of a shriek, shout or yell.