Outside the Tea House, Bright and Early!

"Alright," Calanthe said in an authoritive tone. "Look, if all of you are interested in joining in, then you should probably know what we're actually doing."

Would it be worth splitting the reward money between six people? It didn't really matter to Cal; she would forfeit any claims on her own share if it meant moving on right now.

"We are traveling to Orlais for a book hunt. There's a reward for it, and all this help is appreciated, but I'm not sure how you would all feel if you had to split shares between six people. We don't even know the exact details of the job," she continued, gesturing to herself, Cato, and Amara. "But, if you're so set on coming with, then we have to get moving now. And maybe you should reconsider. Six people is quite excessive for a small thing like that, isn't it?"

"Oh! A book hunt how exciting!" Anthy clapped her hands together. She loved having some kind of goal for a trip though, that was such a quaint thought! She was disappointed in herself for not wandering with a set quest in mind in the past. Searching for things would also be immensely fun! It'd be like one of those puzzles the Tamassrans gave her as a child to determine her skills. She loved those! "I have no real need for coin, if that should be an issue with anyone, and I've been to Orlais several times so the geography is no stranger to me."

She probably shouldn't really turn down any coin offered to her, because when travelling what you get can run out so fast. Though Anthy had found many people to be quite generous with her. Either because of lust or intimidation, she did not have trouble obtaining what she wanted. It was a skill Juniper taught her, a strange sort of survival tactic, being able to get what you want from people no matter who they are.

"Shanedan, pashaara. Ebost antir vantaam vasheb-sa karatoh!"*

Well that wasn't meant to slip out. Whoops. There were too many people talking at once, and she just needed a full minute to try and think. She just needed a minute. She'd worked with bigger companies, but usually they had a clear leader. They were going to have to talk about it, but they all needed to shut up for just a minute. Her head was starting to hurt.

Stepping a few paces away from everyone, she paced a little while she thought, muttering in Qunlat under her breath. For the most part no one seemed to understand it, and it made her feel better, even if she didn't believe in what the Qun stood for. It was like talking to her Tama, just without her Tama. Oh..balls.

"Taashath," she muttered, rubbing her hands over her forehead, before tugging at her braid gently. Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes, before exhaling slowly. She'd kill for a piece of elfroot right now. Or Dragon's Piss. The Dragon's Piss would be better, though she'd never actually had more than a sip or two. Returning a couple steps over, she looked at Cal, then the two elves, before the large female Vashoth.

She held her hands up, still not sure how to handle the situation, but it would be a good idea, at the very least, to figure out where everyone had planned on going. "I'm quite familiar with Orlais," she started, straightening her bracers. "Where were all of you intending to go? And..please. One at a time."

[[OOC: * More colloquially: "Give it a rest, why don't you?" ]]

Natriel shrugged. "The Tirashan. The Anderfels. Orlais. Rivain. Antiva. Seheron, one day. I don't have anywhere to return to at the moment," Natriel ducled her head in an effort to hide her vallaslin. Although she was not cast out of her xlan, to be exiled even temporarily was shamcful. She hoped no one asked. The most pressing thing going on for me is the Tirashan but it's a... forest. The elvhen inside it are probably long dead, Falon'Din carry their souls."

Where did Eon get that, Natriel thought distantly as she examined the pouch in the Qunari's hand. It smells like that salve Keeper would put on my chest when I was small.

Why were all these people unsociable? Did they not know how to work with more than their ragtag, criminal group? The Hero of Ferelden travelled with, what, a dozen? And these shem couldn't travel with half that. "Since you are so fond of complaining, I'll address your concerns. I do not need to accompany. I'll continue to the Tirashan," Natriel snapped sourly. "Len'alas lath'din, tu u ae da'len ene shiral. Tel'enesal!"

[[Loose translation: Spoiled brats! To cause a journey alone like eager children. To reject a gift!"]]