You Are SANDA THE BLACK LION, Your Favors Are Not A Bargaining Chip!

"No." You say pushing Bangladesh away.

"What'd-ya mean 'No'?!" Bangladesh demands hotly.

"My betrothed may have agreed to let you kiss me, but I didn't. If you can steal a kiss from me, fine, but if not, no dice." You explain with a little laugh.

"Oh, playing hard to get eh? I like that. Fine, I agree to your little game, Sanda the Black Lion, and before we part ways in ten weeks time I'll have my kiss; be sure of that!" Bangladesh says before she flounces away to count her gold.

"Smoothly handled, elder." The next person in line, a dwarven man of obvious power and great wickedness says, the freshly harvested decapitated heads adorning his armor marking him as a worshiper of one of the dark gods, most likely Armok as he is a Dwarf.

"This is 'Thronagrim 'Coal-Minder' Ironfounderson', our Champion of Bensozia. He's a great admirer of yours, ever since he found out about you." Kisha explains.

"Aye, you were a great champion of the Nine Hells in your time, and you are still spoken of with some measure of respect by the pit fiends and great nobles there, especially The Queen of Hell, Bensozia; my patroness," Thronagrim says, taking a glittering black crystal sword from Kisha and nodding his thanks.

"Ah, yes, Bensozia. How are she and Amusdeus doing? They were very honorable patrons to me when I was last an adventurer..." You ask.

"Later tonight when we're on watch lad, you need to meet the rest of the rescue party now," Thronagrim says, and retreats a short distance.

The next person to approach is a bucksome and fetching lady: if you could get past the fact that she's the size of a six-year-old child. Her hair is Auburn, worn in a mohawk, and her eyes are lime green, while her skin is deeply tanned and covered with faintly glowing tattoos. She is accompanied by several dangerous looking monsters such as a wolf with ice in its coat who's breath fogs the air on this warm and sunny day, a serpent the size of a fire hose who's mouth drips flaming acid, and a white dragon the size of a pony that she rides atop of, among others.

"This is Mayfair Candy Apple Prize Shlearmach the 6th of Havenhold, our Tamer. Don't let her size fool you, she's the most powerful of the lot of us, not only at the level cap but 'overcap', if they were to raise the cap to ninety today she'd be eighty-six by nightfall. Mayfair's a bisexual bombshell that's into anything that can think and be seduced, but we're good friends and she's agreed to leave you alone."

"Thank you for being a good friend Mayfair, I'm honored by your kindness and probity." You say as Kisha hands her friend a bag of holding with several dozen alchemical reagents in it.

"Don't mention it, besides, my player did her research, you're not into the small chicks like me," Mayfair says, before moving off.

Next up is another elf, but this one is a kind with which you are unfamiliar, having dark green hair and pale green skin with light brown stripes, the only way you can tell he is an elf being his long ears, generally elfin facial structure, and that he wears a Tier 5 Cloak and Boots of Elvenkind, though he's wearing precious little* else...
*(His only other attire is a few pieces of jewelry† and a colorfully beaded/embroidered leather loincloth**...)
†(Probably magical: four rings with elven runes on them, all on his left hand‡; two bracelets set with faintly glowing gems; and an amulet in the shape of a wolf's head, the eyes of which appear to move.)
‡(He must have taken the "Extra Rings" Feat, which not only gives you two extra slots for magic rings but lets you wear them on any set of digits, not just your right and left ring fingers. It's a very popular feat with higher level players, for some reason...)
**(Also probably magical: the beadwork incorporates more elven runes and the embroidery has the symbols of several 'magical beasts' such as Unicorns, Kraken, and Thunderbirds.)

"This is Cor'baelali Arreen'ather Orlelylth, a Jungle Elf, and also a very high level compared to the requirements of this quest, but, on a self-imposed mission to make his living exclusively from the proceeds of working as a bodyguard for an undisclosed amount of time, but long enough that he was willing to take this job just because it pays well and he's been unable to find work that meets his specific, also undisclosed, requirements for several months. I'm not sure how long he will be with our party, or what his sexuality is, and since you are not intrested in men, it's not important in this situation anyway, so:" Kisha retrieves another, much smaller, sack of money, and hands it over. "9,999.99 Gold Pieces in minimum volume denomination coins, as agreed, though where you are going to find someone to make change for the Orichalcum Coins; I don't know..." Kisha says.

"At my level, that sort of thing is not as hard as you might expect." The elf replies and looks at you with an appraising note. "Sanda, you are either very lucky or very UN-lucky: you have been saved from **** twice by the actions of members of Kisha's player's family: the Guild of the Blades will be paying attention to your future career: very close attention." the jungle elf informs you, and then walks off to count his pay...