Seres nods absentmindedly to the wench Yes, good woman, please do. And please have your stableboy take care of my horse and the cart. He's about to dig into the pouch for a coin to tip her with, but then looks at her again and reconsiders. Instead of the copper he was about to give he hands her a GP.
You wouldn't happen to be the Innkeeper, would you? We have a cargo of excellent ale and a fine cart that we'd like to offer you for a generous prize. Perhaps we could discuss this matter later, in a more intimate setting? He smiles warmly, with more than a hint of flirtation. She's an ugly wench and likely very lonely... this could be most profitable.
Turning to the Mayor The question is, sir ; May we help you? We'd like to offer our employment to investigate and solve the problems that have been plaguing this fine town of yours. Beginning with the infestation of your mine. I can assure you we are all most able in our field of work. Should we be succesful your town will thrive once again. But if we fail Homeglen will wither and die. We will sacrifice greatly to prevent that from happening, if you will make an equal sacrifice yourself. Good Mayor, you asked what you may do for us. Just help us help you. Seres rubs thumb and indexfinger together in the international symbol for cash.
Detect thoughts, Detect Magic
ooc. Cha 14, Diplomacy +16