John sat back and waited for an answer. Crom was right to question the nature of the deal, although she had promised to see Crom attended immediately. So long as they weren't hurting anyone, he'd skirted the line between legality and illegality, sometimes unintentionally, before and didn't so much mind it. The woman clearly wasn't interested in his help in particular anyway, so he figured if anything he wouldn't be the one doing anything particularly awful. At face value, what she was proposing wasn't so bad. They do this for that, and everyone walks away happy. That was setting things right, alright, but there was something simply wrong with the whole affair. At any rate, he didn't have much more to say, and consigned his time to watching the trees go by as the cart raced along towards Loenn.

The woman canted her head and smiled brightly as Griff accepted. A cheery gesture devoid of spirit or enthusiasm in her case. That smile snapped away as soon as Crom took hold of his weapon. She didn't think he was going to draw on her on the back of a moving wagon in his state, but the audacity of it all gave her pause. No, no, this was something to overlook for the money, she reminded herself, glaring back at the wounded soldier in silence for a moment as she prepared her answers. "I want friends. The sort of people who can hold a sword with the stomach to use it as I require. If everything goes well, you need merely watch over these crates lest they take legs. Everything will go well if you work for me." A less affected and more felt smile crossed her face at that. A reputation little known but spotless was hers, and she had no qualms with pronouncing the operative details to the world. In answer to Crom's second question something moved underneath her cloak, and out came a white gloved hand holding a ragged looking log book. She tossed it gingerly on the floor of crates in front of the group, open to the first page listing dozens of entries that she felt were perhaps better voiced. "Star charts, maps, observation books and miscellaneous copied documents I was told are integral to some Arcarti scheme or another, that were supposed to be moved to Erschald or Lieda and destroyed post-haste. That's what brings me to Loenn. Most of these crates are filler items that are absolutely inefficient to just be lugging around, but such is the nature of the game." She sighed with regret, looking over the ponderous cargo that made up their seats. 

"You're fortunate to receive this opportunity, for this operation is blessed. The ship my man brings me all of this wondrous cargo aboard was burnt to embers only mere hours after our transaction. Good timing is on my side." Perhaps others might not have seen it that way, but there was a vast quantity of money in the air here and the risk of failure wasn't a thought she could tolerate. She cleared her throat, preparing to cover the unpleasantries. "And if you refuse, as is the natural price now that you've asked too many questions, I can't let you walk free. Killing is such a dreadful business so I would prefer to simply deposit you on the outskirts of town. If you would impede my business, however, then you would be forcing my hand. I reiterate, you will be comfortably accommodated for a simpleton's work." She pulled a folded parasol from under her cloak and laid it across her lap as the caravan found its way onto less rugged, more open roads. The three other strangers aboard the caravan remained still and silent, calmly watching over the surroundings as good sentries did.