Price?

Artem tried to smile politely, though he thought it strange that anyone, and even an orc, would be this helpful without asking of anything in return. Maybe there weren’t even a guard who wanted to charge them for entering and this was all just a trick to make them pay the orc for his “help” once they arrived at his shop. “Well, that’s most gracious of you” he said, using his most civilised way of talking which her rarely ever used, only when making fun of others, “but how much is this help going to cost us? You see, we don’t really that much money to pay with” which was true, at least in Artems case since he had no idea of what Winifred was carrying around, though it could hardly be much either.

Though he wasn’t sure about the prise for this he chose to follow Gular. He looked at Winifred with a short glance, trying to figure out what she might think of this plan of getting into the city. Then he looked towards Gular once more “Anyway, my name is Artem”.