"Ah, a mercenary." Mercenary or highwayman? The lack of a mask or bandana about the face suggested the former instead of the latter. "Apologies my good man, but I'm afraid my gold was left in Baldur's Gate. I'm bereft of any meaningful coinage at the moment." Gale lifted his hands in a devil-may-care shrug.

"Are you sure you aren't willing to help from the goodness of your heart? You seem a strapping young fellow - suited well to the vigours of manual labour."