Jason leaned back and took another drink from the cup of mead that he had and sat it down, in spite of having pulled three over, he hadn't actually taken more than a drink from any of the three. "We could blend the halflings into this halfling's trader's travels and meet up with them at a location further to the east while most of us finda caravan and blend in there." He looked a garnet, "If you prefer stealty groups, you're going to be hard pressed to find one among this bunch. I can move quietly when I need to, and I do have some skill with locks... but I'm nto a burglar.... As for elvish weapons falling into evil hands... how do you know that one of us isn't going to take our share and turn around and sell it to the first merchant we come to, and from there, anyone can buy it... would you deny us our pay then?" He smiled to take any sting from the words, "The only way to deny anything from evil is to destroy it, and that in and of itself could be helping such a cause... if evil wants something, it'll usually find a way to obtain it, even if it has to follow an adventuring party to the ocal weapon-smith and buy it off of the rack when we're gone. By all means, protect your home, it is why many of us are here, but denying whatever is there from evil is ultimatley unrealistic... I make my wenching and wine money from treasures obtained, and if the coin is good, I don't ask if the buy is evil or not."<br/><br/>He looked at the big man again, "Who else wants this treasure big man?" he sked the back of the representitive? "Someone has to hire the gent, if I recall, they're basically a mercenary bunch, so they don't sit in moores and ambush people without a reason... or pay."