Teodore:
"This is my porter, Hopkins, and we will join you tomorrow on the trek to Stonehell Dungeon. I will pay for Hopkins from my own funds, but I would ask, how will we be dividing any spoils? I would suggest that we divide them equally among ourselves, and then for each of us to pay for our own hires from each of our shares."
That is not the question that has come to mind for Barnabas. How could there be any other way of division for a party of the people?
"
Naturally," Barnabas agrees, before looking at the aged man, Hopkins, standing after a fashion, next to Teodore. "
A loyal family retainer, I take it?" he asks, the sort he thinks might brew a pot of tea to help the warrior face the day.
Fiene:
""I am Fiene, am I correct that you plan a venture into Stonehell?" He asks "I am also of that mind. More hands make light work, as they say."
"
By way of first light," Barnabas answers.
And as for the dour dwarf, Barnabas thinks he would do well do stand near the porter, to effect a concentration rather than a dispersion of their personal miasma.
He tries to muster a smile for him and says, "
We aim to fill our purses in the local dungeon. Wouldn't hurt to have one such as yourself come along."