Daria looked at Paco, not quite understanding the difference, but as Marc/Gargantua leaped at the offer, she realized she must have messed that up.  She stared at him, stricken, and reddening... as the situation continued out of control.<br/><br/>There was something about morale - she managed to guess that her generosity had put their mercenaries in a better mood, which was obviously good.  And, though she was still blushing - quite visible against her pale skin - she was rallying a little, too, having come up with a response to cover her mistake.<strong>"Of course... of course, Gargantua.  Good men such as you and yours should be rewarded."</strong>There... so it could be as if she had said that on purpose.  And she didn't really expect there to be treasure, anyway, so maybe it wouldn't matter.  But she still felt a bit foolish.<br/><br/>At least they were moving on, and there was no need to go on about that little error.  Though now, apparently, they had spent almost all their money, unless Josh's monk had a lot of gold... which seemed unlikely.  So... they were at an inn, after noon.  There was a ... strange idea, of walking around the house.  Daria tilted her head, looking with some confusion at Marc... but, oh, he was just taking a break.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh... no, I'm OK, thanks.  I don't smoke."</strong>She didn't add the "anymore" ... she had never really done much, but there had been a time when she did steal cigarettes from her dad's supply... fortunately for her, she was clear of that, and of other things, now.  She flashed a reassuring smile to Lisa, but then frowned... the other girl seemed keen to stay at this Denison's Crossing place.<br/><br/><strong>"I don't know if we can afford the inn.  Though, sure, I'd rather not walk at night.  But it's only noonish, apparently."</strong>She picked up her drink, but lobbed a question first.<strong>"How much farther is Kensla?  Does it make any sense to stay?"</strong>Then she took a couple of sips... still awfully sweet, and not that great.  Beer would be ... practically the opposite of this.  She wasn't a heavy drinker, but would be willing, if that was what the others were doing.  But she'd be just as happy with water, in fact.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, but... stopping for a meal would be appropriate, right?  Though... with, umm... ten of us now, I don't think we can afford it."</strong><br/>