"Hmmm..."- the drunk man started humming as his brain got to work. What's the lowest paying job he ever took? 2000 gold coins, but back then he had just started the trade. Since then his only targets had been high ranking officials, powerful men and their families. It had been a long time since he last worked by himself. Working with the army all these years, having a whole government back up all your operations...

If only he could find a way to deal with that wretched "dragon" - he blurted the word out without paying attention. But who would know about ancient dragons when even their own court wizard and keeper of knowledge lacked such information. 
"hmmm..."

Anyway, back to the pricing. What was up north? Was he currently in the West or South part of the..thing...
A whole month spent in a drunken haze, clearing the top shelf of every inn along the way. How much coin was he left with now? He slightly remembers the inn keeper warning him to either pay or leave before the light of the next morning.

"24"-he said as clearly as he could muster in his ragged voice.
"24 thousand"- he added while turning to finally look the half elf straight in the eye.
"Gold coins..*burp*.."