Gratien smiled at Hank's comment. Then he frowned. Finally, his face went serious. "That might work, actually. But it would require waiting several days until the next lottery, yes? Lizt"?
Lizt quirked an eyebrow at the Elf. She didn't immediately cotton to what meant. Gratien shrugged and attempted an explanation. "Lizt's from Hirot. Granted, the Jarl's huntsmen have seen her out in the field recently and know she's with us, but something tells me Lizt's also tricksy." Gratien smiled benignly at Lizt, who returned his look with daggers. The Elf continued, "Lizt's the slightest of us, except maybe for the Halfling. Either she or the small one could slip into the Jarl's rooms--or wherever he keeps the lottery box--and replace all the names with slips of paper containing the Jarl's name. What say?" Gratien looked around with the others. "No?" He sighed, and nodded at Kurl and Tender. "The direct approach, then."