"Veronica," Monica said, "just drop the sword.  There's too many of them.  Just let them have the cargo, then they'll leave.  That's what they're interested in."  The mature blonde turned to Grignak as she stepped out of the wagon.  "Five casks of fine wine, two casks honeyed mead, and twelve lengths of saka cloth.  Hope it was worth you losing two of your sellswords for."  Her voice was bitter, but not as much as Grignak would have expected...as if the woman were no stranger to the road and the perils of doing business on it.  The younger blonde followed, looking at Grignak fearfully.