"I prefer to place business before pleasure, if you don't mind", chortled the rotund half-orc as he took a seat near the human. Brimbor likewise took a seat, but further away. The elf seemed to be nervously fingering something inside his cloak; the heroes discerned it was likely yet another small crossbow.As if on cue, the door opened, and the lithe figure of a well-dressed woman slipped inside. A very shaky Brigit took a deep breath, and blurted, "Well, I couldn't let you gentlemen decide my fate without slipping in a word edgewise." She smiled a small, self-deprecating smile as she sauntered into the room. "There, um, don't seem to be enough chairs", she observed. "It would be most unladylike to, ah, have a seat on the bed."