Dorje took his own letter out of his pack and waved it in the air a bit as his mead came, of which he took a large gulp. "Not me, The letter came to the monastery two weeks ago. Though I presume since our benefactor hasn't shown his face, it must be that we are not all here yet, yes?" He took another drink of mead, feeling the honey and fruit tastes mingle pleasantly. The barmaid walked by and he leaned slightly to see past the armored woman. He grabbed the small metal knife that came with the bread and began to fiddle with it, taking another drink of mead, this one finishing the tankard, and held it up for the barmaid to notice. "Been a long time since I had mead that good." he turned to the one with the goat leg between her teeth. "So, What brings such a fair, yet rugged, lady as yourself to answer an unknown summons?" he said, pointing the small knife at her nonthreateningly. "Surely the money must be good, yes?"