One of the men, a wood elf, turns his head to assess Vanalya for a moment. After a few short seconds, he turns toward her, snorts a laugh, and says, "a day's pay, miss. That's what I'm looking for."

Another man interjects with a grin, "I'm looking for a year's pay... but I think I might have went to the wrong place." A few of the group chuckle.

The lone woman, a rather burly human female, decides to clarify, "some longships from the mines is coming in a bit. Our names is on the list to move this cargo. If we doesn't show, we doesn't get paid."