Araerys wasn't much too intimidated by the goblin's mug, all too accustomed to getting strange stares whether or not she had done something to elicit them or not. It was part of the territory, especially one like Bourgund where one encountered all types of travelers, and the landscape of company was perpetually changing. It did seem to spook her elven counterpart, however; Ceria suddenly jerking away from the group might have urged more glances their way, and Ary, feeling obliged to make this as painless as possible, moved from behind Yvah to take a place next to the feline at the counter. 

"We're thankful for your help, sir," she said sincerely, "How much more is needed to cover the group's [b]safe[/b] stay?" Her hand found belt pouch at her waist that contained her coin and fingered it idly. She wasn't really one who enjoyed parting with her money (then again, who was?), but today was proving to be an exceptional day. Still, Ceria had already put down plenty of gold, as did the paladin, and Ary was hoping the difference that remained wouldn't be too excessive. As she waited for the barkeep's answering, the woman tried to catch Ceria's eye, and if she did, she would offer a little smile and calming eyes.