Joli sits as she was asked, though her bright eyes seem more stoic and wisened now, as if she knows some deep secret that she won't share for free.  "Come now, mercenary.  This is where you make an offer, we haggle, and you agree because you want us along.  Because you need help."  Her full lips curl to a coy smile, one far too easy for a girl her age.  "We won't fleece you, but we won't come cheap.  Now..."  she crosses her legs, the old leather armor creaking softly as she glances over the rest of the group.  "When do we leave?"<br/><br/>(ooc: anybody ready to move on?)