Madragail's grin grew to a full smile, as he looked at the odd pair.  "You were the ones who mentioned a favor."  He said quietly, giving the pair a wink.  "Come to think of it, we really are having budget problems."  Madragail said, softly licking his lips.  "Are you advance scouts for your caravan?"  He asked, alternating eye contact with the pair.  The cleric shifted his position, kicking the spigot for the bathtub into position with a stray flick of the boot.  A stream of steamy water began to flow into the large stone indentation in the floor, as Madragail tented his fingers.