the burgher listens intently and nods once. a young maid brings out a bag of coins. "this is 150 gold crowns" the burgher says, attempting to regain his stony stare, but failing miserably. "we hope you can be persuaded to take a return visit with half the town militia to clear the mine of the taint of chaos, the sooner the better" one of the younger burghers looks like he's about to erupt, but the eldest silences him with a steely glare. "the matter is firmly in your court my good sirs" the burgher murmurs, with a touch of deference