[A quick toss is thrown at the door while Feja considers the invite. A couple of her dumb brutes are outside guarding the wagon, but they are Ferelden and she's concerned they're going to attempt to leave her employment and try their hands at moving home...at her expense since she sailed them here. They could go for all she cares, but the potential to lose her ill-gotten goods bothers her. Not to mention it's such a pain in the ass to find someone too stupid to realize they should quit, but smart enough not to be pilfered.

Oh why not? It's dry in here and the brutes are still hanging by the wagon in the dark and rain. Feja slides into a chair at Korrin's table. The ale is popped open and a large chug goes down the hatch. Ahhhh yeah this is good, take a load off for five minutes.]

Glad to hear it. I'm always looking for new opportunities and lines of business. [Another drink. Damn good. And free! Thank you folks for bringing it topside then leaving it behind.] But what's this saving the world? There can't be good coin in that. ...can there?

[Because if she thinks for one minute she can turn a profit working this world saving business she'll jump in feet first.]