"Who you calling prickly?" Tari asked with her eyebrows lifting, "I'm as easy to get along with as any decent sailor on leave." She grinned then to take the sting out of her words, "But I fail to see why we need a leader... Hell, for all we know, we're going to appear tomorrow, or not, and be told that each of us has to clean out a midden heap at 7 different taverns... Our lovely benefactor didn't tell us that we would be workng together, only that we owe a debt and will be required to pay it." She strolled to the door, opened it and shouted out, "Hey, we need a small cask of mead in here, if you get it here by the count of 30, I'll give a good tip!"<br/><br/>She closed the door and looked about the room, "Each of us has some sskill or talent that may proove useful to each other, but why, I ask you, shouldn't we pay the good lord back in kind and just make life particularly unpleasant for him over this?" she had lowered her voice and laughed at the halfling, "I don't think that she'll be back to retrieve these letters little one, there's no evidence, if anyone would accept it anyway, of who it's from.... burn it if you like, but mine is detailed enough that I see things that they don't know about me... you may of just lost that edge."<br/><br/>There was a knock on the door and a burly man came in and deposited a small keg on the table, complete with a tap. Tari paid him for the keg and a tip and picked up a goblet. "In the mean time, since we seem to be free to stay here, and the wisdom of us staying here is as sound as anyplace else... they'll just listen through walls anyplace else too... we can at least be comfortable" She looked about the room, "Mead anyone? It's on me."