“Then you may follow us down, we’ll discuss payment when I’ve figured out how much they eat.” Saga said dryly. A lot of them looked worn out, half dead and if any had useful talents she might even be able to peel a mutineer or two from the herd, or even take them as payment for services rendered, she wasn’t above either tactic, and both had bought her valuable tribal members in the past.
The unfortunate thing was that number of them were unlikely to fit in the tollhouse without some of the others being turfed out into the driving rain, and while anyone was unlikely to complain, people who were ill couldn’t work so well, it might require a conversation with the insufferable ‘leader’ of the new Oma, Buck...it might be time to send one of the others for that as both were very obvious in their mutual distaste.