Sian takes a deep breath and looks from one member of the newly-assembled crew to the next.  She tuen turns back to the Mage, Cleric and Trader.  "I don't see as we have much choice," she says steadily.  To think of missing this boat-- that would be terrible.  Truly.  But Markon's crest..?  A noble?  Could leaving one behind jeopardize the mission?  "We got an hour, we gotta use it wisely.  If we wait a day, I'm sure the city'll make up for it.  We just best not get separated, right?"