The younger sellsword watched the women trade verbal blows back and forth, opening his mouth to speak but hesitating. It seemed he didn't want to seem like an ox-haunch, but in the end he simply spoke past them. "Do you have a map of the land, my good Harmarch?" he asked. He'd seen enough Catclaws in his life to have a sixth sense that this Gypsy woman might perchance be more than she appeared. Then again, even a common Gypsy that was earnest about herself often had hidden qualities. The Elven Knight seemed the perfect candidate to keep the other's attention so he could find out more. He saw the silent girl take a swig of her drink, and chuckled. She seemed less than impressed at the exchange or her future team.

The Duergar's gaze was about as dangerous as the daggers sheathed at his belt, even if he made no threatening moves and simply leaned against one of the stout pillars that lined the throne room. He stared intently at the Harmarch, though he glanced at the new Dwarf that walked in and he spat casually in his direction. There was bad blood between the Deep Dwarves and those that lived closer to the surface, though not so dangerous of a relationship as the Drow and Surface Elves. 

"Hold!" the elder called, holding up his hand for silence. He pointed to the sellsword and assured him a map would be provided, though the Highfells were not so well known to anyone save a few well trod rangers, so wild and haunted of a place were they. "Now, onto the business of price. I believe my price is honest enough, I think. In fact I was planning on paying less, but took into account the dangers you would face. However, I will allow you to keep whatsoever you find on this expedition so long as it is not of Thentur make, for that would imply that you partook such an item from a tomb, you see. But indeed," he said to Darius. "I might offer further employment if this is done accordingly and well." 

"I'll take your offer." the twin bladed Mercenary said, hands on his hips. The Duergar glanced once more at the other Dwarf, then nodded to the Harmarch. "Aye, I'll go."