Dean sneaked a glance at the Norse woman as she left. Not bad looking on her part.<br/><br/>He didn't now as they entered the room, but did pound his fist against the crest of the city guard on his tunic when his name was announced. It was how officers of the guard were told to present themselves. Dean nodded in agreement as Lord Brazen spoke of other adventurers doing the same task-the more groups trying to find it, the better.<br/><br/>"Hey, no need to get angry." Dean said to the steward. "She's offering us a fair deal, and offering us trusted traders, not shadowy black market dealers. Let's be civil until the five of us leave, then you can yell at her." He said, giving a chuckle. "But let's get to business. We have a cure to find, and a plague to deal with. Any advice, pointers, words of wisdom, places to investigate first?" He asked, crossing his arms as he did.