The woman laughs loudly at that, and claps a hand on your shoulder.<br/><br/>"Well, deary me, it sounds like we've got a race on our hands. Whaddya say, Lisra, wanna have some fun with it?"<br/><br/>The orc woman reaches into her pack and pulls out a coin purse, jingling it in her hand. "What say we have us a friendly little wager? I got 25 gold pieces that say I get back here before you do. From what I see, we've got the same way to go in either direction, so it's not like one of us'd have a head start..."<br/><br/>The orc places the purse down on the bar, and motions over to Gioria. "C'mon, sweetie, why don't you be our flag girl? You can watch the pot for us, and make sure that the old man over there don't post that bounty till both of us are back in this same spot..."