<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Slave_Masako.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lynnara</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP 19/19<br/>HD 2/2d10<br/>Favored Foe 2/2<br/><br/>Spellcasting:<br/>L1:  ☐ ☐<br/></div></div></div></div><br/>For several moments, Lynnara was quiet, as was her way.  Still, she was trying, and it definitely bothered and worried her that issues were on the line.  She was definitely trying to stretch herself when she'd feel more comfortable remaining silent, and it showed, but she knew she had to speak up and do something.<br/><br/>"So, maybe not the best solution, but a solution," she offered, perhaps not the brightest, but having long enough under her belt to have seen quite a few tricks out there.  "Someone who's got a lot better social presence than me - maybe Rat - goes and talks to the mercenaries.  If they are the correct group and they've got the people kidnapped, then we offer to pay the ransom.  There's enough gold between the lot of us."  She gestured that they'd certainly been making coin.  "When the exchange is made, we'll know a lot more about them, the hostages will be safe, and gold doesn't go bad if it gets burnt or covered in blood.  When everyone is safe, we go back and take our coin back."<br/><br/>Then she reconsidered, "The downside with that one is that they may run with our hard-earned money.  Even so, we'd be sure they were safe, and I'd feel okay with losing out on coin if we knew people were okay.  If nothing else, it'd give us a chance to learn everything else going on without people being scared to so much as talk to us."