Faeril gave a rude gesture in response to Migi's pointed look. Being prudently respectful of the gods was not being a zealot, however many godless people thought otherwise. The others were right though, particularly Jaina and Migi. They should head in to the city, as dirty as it was, and be thankful for it. A roof over their heads and air that wasn't filled with ash would do them good. They could figure out whatever it was they were going to do after that, and perhaps be able to spend some of the coins they had 'earned' from the bandits. He'd keep his pouch close, but Faeril was inclined to agree with Emmaline. They did not look nearly wealthy enough to be worthy of any proper thief's time, and there were many other people who looked like easier targets around them anyways. As they moved towards the gates,  Faeril only chuckled grimly at Falfer's complaint. If the burrahob was looking for decency, he was certainly in the wrong place to find it. Decency got you killed out here. The villagers from before were decent. 

They were stopped suddenly in their progress by a guard with a smarmy voice and his two friends. Listening to the bullshit spew from the man's mouth, Faeril rolled his eyes. It was an obvious sham, just a politer version of what the the bandits were doing. Not that he wasn't going to pay them. They were new in this city, with no allies. If they angered this guard they would have an enemy with some degree of power. If they [i]really[/i] angered this guard they would be cut down in the gates of Varone, and no one would even blink. Sometimes you just had to grease the wheels, no matter how annoying it was. Faeril jerked back before the guards could get too close to him with their billhooks, pulling his own hood off. He didn't like having a weapon that close to his face at the best of times, and he hadn't been in the best of times for a long while. 

Faeril nodded at the guards, not wanting to alarm them any further with sudden movements, and slowly reached for his coin pouch to pay the two silver lordings. It would be nothing compared to the overall money their group had gotten from the bandits, and this truly wasn't worth arguing over.

At least, that's what Faeril had thought. Lorcan obviously thought differently, launching into a small tirade. As the giant of a man continued to talk, Faeril looked at him incredulously. Personality checks? Economy imbalance? None of these guards gave a flying fuck about that. Why was the giant incapable of being quiet? A curse from the gods? A nervous tick? Whatever it was, it was proving to be more and more of a nuiscance with every situation the group found themselves in. Faeril shook his head, pulling the two coins requested from his pouch. Before he could speak or move forward to end the situation before it grew worse, the crazy woman stepped forward. 

Gods how he wished they could simply pay the guard his requested bribe. 

Despite his growing frustration, at least Emmaline's attempt was better than whatever the fuck Lorcan had just said. Faeril was pleasantly surprised. Her words were all outright lies that could very easily backfire, sure, but he wasn't about to undercut her. Not when she was proving to be actually useful. She made a very convincing noblewoman, Faeril had to admit. He might have bought it when he was a guard. Early on in his career of course. 

Even if posing as a noblewoman was the exact opposite of the low profile that Raddek had requested, Faeril hoped it worked. He just wanted this entire ordeal to be overwith. With Emmaline acting more competently than he had given her credit for, Faeril simply took a step so that he was behind her and kept the two coins closed in his fist. If the guards didn't buy this, he would give them their bribe and apologize for his friends. Maybe make up a lie about ash poisoning.