"Hmmmm," mused Catanistan, pondering the words. "A keg indeed. Perhaps I should bring along a bottle of wine to ease our meeting. If we have one at hand, that is. One will generally try to divide and conquer everything except one's own vices. Playing both sides of things is a game for the sober."
"Right now, what I have is goods, and enough to perhaps payroll three talons of cannon fodder for a week. Neither of which is going to be terribly much use, unless Hulani's 'support' comes into town soon." She shifted a bit as she thought on the other question, a seriousness to her manner. "If you put it that way, the only kind of coin I don't want to borrow from this mess is more trouble. Other than that, we're in pretty bad straits. I've got a feeling a hell of a lot more than that bastard knows."
"Plenty enough script for the hiring, so long as I pick our hirelings carefully. One good man is worth a legion of mediocrity. Though I'll certainly try not to let on how badly off we are." He smiled ruefully. "That tends to discourage enthusiasm."