Haruka’s patience with Gord seems to be wearing thin.
“Let me get this straight: you came to the tavern to hire a gaggle of mercenaries. Having dragged us all to your house, you say you want us to find a ring. A ring which you have yet to tell us how you lost. In fact, the only thing you will tell us about the job is that you don’t expect us to fight your tormenters.” Haruka smiles, but not with her eyes. “Are you expecting a diplomatic solution?”
She then pauses, as if considering the possibility.
“Actually, given that half of us are feytouched to some degree or another, that might actually work. I don’t suppose any of you-” she gestures towards Lorik, Galinndan, and Derien, “feel up to leading negotiations?
At this point Haruka notices the darkening sky.
“Huh. You say they come at night?”