"Depends. How tough's your boss?" As far as he knew, she was self-employed. "Council says stay put if we like," he pointed out. Lea was rational that way - where the other guilds seemed to constantly demand assistance from their members, the thieves took a more relaxed approach as long as guild assets weren't in immediate danger. "No warehouses in the woods," he pointed out. "Just our undead friends. Where are they getting the bodies?" Now that was something he really wanted to know.
"Best beer in town." If you didn't have taste buds. "That guy might cry if we get up and leave. Guess we can do him a favor and be his favorite customers of the night." He waved at the bartender, called, "Another for the lady. My treat," he added. His glass was still mostly full, but she'd known him long enough to realize it would take him thrice as long as her to get through it.
"So," he said, as the bartender went to pour the ordered drink, "nice night."