Sheila sat at the table, nursing a fourth tankard of grog. The feast laid out before her had been entirely too rich for her tastes; she has always preferred tougher stuff, and more importantly it wasn't food she had obtained through her own deeds. The grog, however, was less watered down than some of the seedier watering holes, and its bitter taste was enough to keep her in her chair.

The orc half-listened as the nord went on about riches in some caver or other. Him and the priest were being far too dramatic about his job for her tastes -- it sounded as if they were trying to sell her a horse -- so Sheila cast her eyes on the others Faraldir has gathered for his little "expedition." 

A shady-looking Breton, who looks like he'd happily stab her in the back if it suited him. The Imperial might as well be a walking caricature with his austere visage and that stick that had quickly lodged itself in his ass the moment he saw the orcs at their table. Sheila bet that he'd go out of his way to find a way to stab her in the back, even if inconvenient.

The young orsimer was the one who Sheila deemed the most respectable of the lot; but that wasn't saying too much. He was a still a man, and a fairly young one at that. There was something in the orc's eye that annoyed her; what it was, she didn't know.

A ramshackle group if ever she saw one. It'd be a miracle if they could cooperate when danger reared its head. So, all in all, they were your typical co-workers.

Sheila turned her gaze back at the Nord as he finished his little speech -- Sheila wondered if he had stayed up last night preparing it for their sake -- and watched the man lean back and smear a shit-eating grin over his face.

[b]"Gratitude for the meal,"[/b] Sheila began, [b]"But if you would hire me on I would ask that you pay me in more than feasts. I would ask that we come to specific terms of payment before you ask me to risk my life exploring some abandoned cave. You offer coin? Or share of presumed treasure to be found? If the former, what is the sum? The latter, how do you intend to compensate us in the case your Brother's ruin is naught but an empty tomb?"[/b] There was no point in wasting words; if you don't clearly agree upon terms, some slimy human or elf will cheat you out of your fair reward.