Djahk draw a toothy grin at Keleban. "The prison suits you well, you should have a little talk with this James. I'll come with you if you need backup."
"I like the plan so far. It put Lola at high risks but you seem to like that. I don't know how we can use your clerical life story, Boros. It may be a lead to approach the Order. You know how priests think and how to lure them. And with Lothoc, a fearsome warrior, why not enroling as mercenary. Both of you can be in the place. Or not, maybe it's a bad idea."
"This mission will take some times to complete. I suppose everyone wants his own place to rest, away from odors and flies..." Says Djahk, giving a sideways glance at the priest. "So, I suggest we take a room somewhere as a rally point and meeting room to elaborate some plans, leave messages and find the others back."
"You seem to know the place, Casca. Find us a saferoom, will ya?"
"Well, I think we've done here."
When (and if) we leave the tavern, I take a 5L keg of bourbon (or similar) and tips the waitress for her services. (total $?)
"Here, Curseborn..." Landing the keg in the arms of Kaleban. "My word is steel."