"Figure we'd just look down your greaves for that one."

And there's no way, no way in this world or any other that Tovi's getting paid enough for that. Still, he grins over. Too many stiffs in this grand shebang. Oghren's a welcome break.

As is the axe. He intends to stand far behind it if any action gets started. Tovi's here because he's good with navigating, and because someone's made the not-so-subtle suggestion that he get his ass out of the inn before it's handed back to him. People are so touchy.

"The fuck'd you get this map from, anyway? Looks like it was written by a drunk twelve-year old."