Crom looked over at Griff. The man accepted the agreement with no questions asked. Maybe the Esterlian was being too difficult. The woman answered his questions, though he still felt off about the whole situation. He looked down at the book she had tossed in front of him, but shook his head. Her explanation had been enough. He didn't appreciate the implied threat at the end of her explanation, but he was in no condition to instigate a showdown in the back of a wagon, especially not when he was outnumbered. He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back, bringing his hands to his sides. His wounds had closed for the most part, but they still hurt quite a bit, and he felt a headache rushing upon him as his sobriety intensified. He answered the woman, in a more relaxed tone. "No need for threats. I just like to know what I'm doing before I agree to it. I appreciate your help." Crom still didn't fully trust the woman, and felt there was a great deal more to the job than what she had said, but he was in no position to turn down medical care. Crom brushed his hair from his face with his hand and looked up at the woman. "I'll do it, but I have one request." The soldier pulled the empty flask from his belt and turned it upside down. "You'll find I'm much easier to work with if I've had something to drink."