Daria made a note of how currency worked, and then tried to follow along, as Paco moved the action along to a bar - a tavern, that is.  And more of the mysterious dice rolling behind Marc's screen... but she was beginning to think that was just something Marc always did.  She had a couple of questions to answer, so started with the first.<br/><br/><strong>"I face Paco... sorry, I face Ugly.  Maybe it is wolves... but if this balliff got killed in town, for whatever reason, I bet the people there would be looking for ways to blame it on something else, something they couldn't be responsible for.  It'd be just be too suspicious otherwise, and then that Baron would send troops after them for sure, right?"</strong><br/><br/>She nodded to Lisa...<strong>"Right, then, I guess we will.  Since he's paying anyway."</strong>She grinned and tilted her head in Paco's direction - there didn't seem any reason not to bring extra men along if it was free.<br/><br/>But then she had the hard part, dealing with the situation Paco had arranged.<br/><br/><strong>"Right, umm."</strong>She sorted out who she was talking to... not a mercenary necessarily, but someone who needed a drink, who might know mercenaries.  She nodded, and started again.<strong>"I guess I stumble forward a bit, since he pushed me, and stop at the table with... the guy.  Then... Excuse me!  You... look like a man who needs a drink, and a man who knows where I might find... a couple?"</strong>She glanced at Paco.<strong>"...or a few men, who can handle themselves in a fight."</strong>She hesitated, then looked at Marc, gesturing at him, then making a circle with her hand, pointing at the table in front of her.  She felt rather clever... "a round" of drinks.  Hopefully the bartender... Marc... would get it.