The Northern Army's pay runner let slip word of the muster roll, four cups of wine in. That night three extra shares went out onto the snowfield, and the hands that took them aren't on any paper.

• RaidenHold onto that runner. I'll pay double.
  HannaHearing polite words out of the commander's mouth, I can hardly raise the room rate any further.
• EdgarThree shares means three people. I'll recount that line myself.