The wizards look at Paco uncomfortably.<br/><strong>"We're trying to determine that as we speak",</strong>Whitely answered. Paco hummed.<br/><br/><strong>"As you're sitting nearest the window",</strong>Marc announced to Lisa,<strong>"you notice a dark haired women riding out of the gate. She is clutching a different satchel, but it looks...well, pretty much the same as this one, though of course you're too far away to see the glyph on it".</strong><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><strong>"I'd have stuck to a price, if I was the frog",</strong>Gargantua said.<strong>"Better to spend a part of your fortune, then to commit it all in a marriage, like that prince did, becoming the prize himself! For we're mercenaries, which word, I have been told by a foreign sage,is the same as "free spirit" in some languages, and thus such a fate is not for us - although we can have just as much marvelous pleasures as anyone married, we would just strive to aboid the drawbacks!"</strong><br/>As he spoke, a dark-haired woman rode out of the gate, clutching some kind of satchel. She only had a dagger, and some of the mercenaries whistled and cried obscene offers, which she only reacted to with a cold, haughty stare.