Meanwhile....a place to go in a hurry

Werner's gaze wandered over the surly lot of labourers and the pair of crossbows pointing towards Johann and himself. Swallowing thickly, this sort of tension always seemed to cause a great thirst he wondered aloud to the room, "I hope our leaders can reach some sort of agreement soon, it would appear you have someplace you wish to be soon."

Nodding to a wounded labourer sporting a poor attempt at a bloody bandage he adds questioningly, "Not the first visit of the evening I expect...and possibly not the last. Maybe your crew here would like to cut a deal that lets us all walk out of here to drink and whore another night".