[center]Mint[/center]
Penish watched on at the exchange, silently casting the spells he did know to read the surface thoughts, insight is worth its weight in gold. He waited for the leader to leave before approaching. He kept the safe distance of her reach and her reach again in case she found a cudgel or started practicing her throwing skills.

If she didn't try to brain him, he tried to get close enough to speak softly as far from the guards at the front as he could. There was still the risk of some sort of eavesdropping device, but it would have to be a calculated risk.

"I'm an outsider as is, and you are a bird of a gilded cage. Even if one of us tells on the other, its suspect at best. So, how about half rations, apple and cheese and I'm out of your hair. But, perhaps you can explain to me why he's keeping you. He's keeping me here on promise of new magic to learn. But if all you want is out, and you help me get what I want, I can help you on your way."

[center]Lob[/center]
Lob was ignored by the dwarf with her old pack, and now he was sat beside by the shaman of the group. He reached down and pulled out the glowing green stone as the fermented mares milk was given to him in a massive serving bowl. He took it up in both hands to tilt back for guzzling in long lapping gulps before wiping his face on his hairy arms.

[color=007236]"You no like Lob. Many go, you no go. Why stay?"[/color]

Any hopes of Lob secretly being a brilliant alcoholic went out the window as he basically drank a whole bottle of wine in a single sitting that others would take to drink just a glass. He set the bowl back down and looked over at the healer and waited for her to respond. He looked over at the dwarf again and tried to understand what they were talking about, but it escaped him at the moment so he looked back to the elf.