Hawke held up a bag of coins in front of a man wearing Red Irons' colors. "Here is all of Meeran's coin for the job with Lord Harimann. We can't take that job. You take that back to Meeran, we go our own way, everything's even. We clear?"
The man flicked a glance at Varric, who had Bianca trained on him. He flicked another glance at Anders, who was pointing his staff right at his head. He considered Isabela and the knives she held in her hands, and he chose the path of most resistance.
He spat at Hawke's feet. "I'll take the money, but we aren't even, and we aren't clear. I will find you and I will gut you and I—" A crossbow bolt suddenly sprouted from his open mouth before he fell to the ground at Hawke's feet.
Hawke looked to the next man in Red Irons' colors. "Here is all of Meeran's—"
"We're clear," the man interrupted. "I speak for myself and all the rest of the men when I say we are so clear, serah."