The merchant's story got to Aylin easily; family matters had a nasty habit of piercing straight through her carefully constructed armor of apathy and cynicism. When the more insightful members of the group made no indication that they sensed deceit she relaxed, momentarily surprised that she'd been tense at all.<br/><br/>Truth be told, she probably observed her compatriots as much as she did their potential employer. The young half-elf had never worked for anyone but her parents before, rarely interacted with people she hadn't known her entire life before running off in a fit of anger.<br/><br/>She quickly realized that the middle of an employment negotiation was probably not the best place to question one's life choices and forced herself to focus.<br/><br/>When Renolf cut to the chase and asked about the money, Aylin held back a grin. After the previous night's card game she wasn't the least bit surprised to find he was the most profit-minded of the bunch, and frankly she was just glad<em>someone</em>had asked. It had seemed like an obvious question, but she was at a loss as to what the proper etiquette was when asking a man how much his daughter's safe return was worth to him.