"So blow," she told Greech. "Get the hell outta here. If you don't wanna be part of our we, then we don't want you either. It's mutual un-want."

Podrick was panicking. She supposed he needed some sense of solidarity, and so she tossed a careful arm around his shoulder. "Just point us in their direction."

This last statement was opened up to more than just the sellswords. After all, the inn's staff were untouched. Clearly, these outlaws-gone-vigilantes had a prior arrangement. Their compliance upon the Brotherhood's entrance had been downright eerie.