"Yea. For a servant of Pharasma, the old man certainly does a good job keepin' people out of the Boneyard for as long as possible." The halfling smiles and plops down beside you, scooting over so that she's practically laying on your chest. And when her head nestles into the crook of your shoulder, you can tell she's well and truly content for the first time in a long time. "He said he'd take a look at you too, once you were up and rolling."<br/><br/>The woman sighs and lets her fingers roll up and down the rumpled cloth of your tunic, tracing the seams of the cloth with a strange attention to detail.<br/><br/>"I figured you'd be leaving today... but I'd ask you to wait until the evening. The town council will be convening to divide up that crazy noble's estate, and I'm going to propose that they give the local Pathfinder Representative a 5% cut of the total value. No telling how much it would be... but we owe you for the help you've given us."