"Hah.  What we want?" the woman laughed, looking at Mareth with a sly smile.  "What we want is to be free.  Free from the oppressive laws and taxes on everyone from the mayor... and from the damned temple," she spat.  "We take what we want from the merchants that pass by, and if you townspeople don't like it, that's tough.  And if you can't offer us something better, then we've got nothing more to talk about here."