Michael shrugged nonplussed at the fading shadow of the half-elf warrior before returning to his mug of ale. Sipping it lightly, he turned to the one she had reffered to as her sister.<br/><br/>"Wound a bit tightly isn't she? Needs a good night at the brothel to help remove that stick from her ass," Michael pondered the imagery for a moment. "Though maybe a stick up her ass is what she needs."<br/><br/>Michael grinned openly at his siblings before returning to business, "I suppose I could give you the information at a discounted rate, you know, being family and all. How about 30% of the bounty? Now that's a good bargain, information isn't cheap you know. I've had to sit here in this bar all day drinking just to get this information."