Matthew
She continued to listen thoroughly to both his impromptu rant and his take on the missing person. Shy knew too well from her experience a bit north in the southern reaches of Kandagulu just how dangerous this area was. A decade, though not long for their species, told more than enough of the dangers this world had in store for the unprepared. The elf had learned the classifiable evil uses of Hemomancy back then as equally as the healing qualities of what most considered dark magic. Something she hoped would not have to be repeated when it seemed at first that Rylklyn wasn't going to accept the possibility of helping the missing lad. It'd definitely place them all in grave peril, but to the lass bringing closure to family or friends was more important than her own safety. Too few in the world cared for the well being of those around them if it wasn't going to bring them profit. As an ex slave Shynoata refused to be like any of these no matter the consequences.

Athen and Hawk were still listening at this point, however the elf reacted to the bunny he quickly fled back to Shy's lap. Her fingers absentmindedly stroking his ears as he nuzzled into her palm for comfort. The disappointment in her expression shifted to a nearly gleeful grin for a moment when the drow agreed to at least search around the plants she needed. A small step, but if he could find any trail that could feasibly mark the lost soul she'd follow it alone on another day if need be. About to speak any form of joy on her fair features dropped to shock. The lass quickly recomposing herself by looking down towards the plate of food she'd offered them all and hastily popped a few fruits into her mouth. This probably wasn't going to go well.
Dwain
She'd just managed to request for the person who posted for the missing person to be brought towards the table they were all settled in whenever they could when the sound of snapping made Zelyvia turn her head. There was no way that could be aimed at her, but whoever it was for was likely going to be tomorrow's gossip. It wasn't information others would pay for, but whatever they were going to discuss might be. That's when she recognized it was the guide and he was indeed calling *Her* Over. The tiefling kept herself in check by closing her eyes and taking a deep breath before swiftly returning towards the table. Her short stature made the haste of her return somewhat surprising to many, though the expression she wore was one of good humor deep down she was fuming for the audacity of how he called her back.

Standing back at the table, she glanced towards the group of four while Rylkyn bombarded her with the moral implications of her request. Zelyvia doesn't cut him off despite the slightly raised tone he admonished her in, instead she leaned forward while gripping the edge of the table so that her own voice doesn't travel far. Keeping it even toned with a hint of humor despite how she actually felt. **"I'd normally say it takes more than two fingers to make me come, but given the implications of your request I made an exception."** Tapping the bottom of the table with her thumb, the lass lifted the oversized hood she wore enough to reveal exactly what she was. Light blue skin with light makeup easily noted in the lighting of the room, her bright fuschia eyes flicking between each in turn, and the outline of her wavy horns was more than enough for any to mark what she was without even seeing her tail.
_ _

Be it this, the remarks from Rylkyn, or the blatant conversation involving poison the other two who were looking at the poster hastily left the table. **"It must be our charms."** She sighed slightly from the reaction she was used to by now, Zelyvia pulled the hood back down over her face. Taking a seat next to the guide both to keep the conversation at the table and to make it a bit more difficult for him to squirrel away too as the reached for the mead by Shy. Without missing a beat once the other two left ear shot she continued. **"I doubt anything I tell you would ease your conscience or at the very least be believed since you know what I am. As someone that's likely had similar circumstances from your genes I'll just comfort you with the knowledge it isn't for you in the slightest. A woman needs her protection and how else can a cure if not detecting this one specifically be accomplished without a sample?"**

She leaned back in her chair now, turning her head enough he can see the light reflecting off of her eyes as the lass is much more nonchalant in demeanor than he likely thought she'd be. Taking a brief pause she sipped at her mead.
Matthew
**"That is why agreed outside of other reasons I just... Don't know you well enough to discuss. No offense."** Shy rubbed the back of her neck on the last portion while lowering head in apology. **"I'm not in any of this for the money, so if it pleases you and we do find him you can have the 80 of an 80/20 split."** Her gray eyes glanced over to Zelyvia quick enough to notice her expression change for the fleeting moment it was there before stammering a bit. **"I-I just want the family to have some peace of mind. It's what I'd want in their shoes."** Her lips rose in a light nervous thin lipped smile.
Dwain
She nodded, well aware of Shy's nature which was quite stubborn when it came to the better good of others. **"You're a horrible negotiator. That prize should more than make up for the danger you're placing yourself in, no? I'd say I'd go with you on both if not either of these, but I trust given your skill including what you're charging me up front means you're more than able to provide the protection and knowledge to keep you both alive. It's why I chose you specifically."** Well there was a couple more reasons, but she kept those to herself.

She only turned her head slightly towards anyone that approached if they matched the description the barkeep provided for the poster of the missing person.
Joshua
The doors to the tavern opened once more, and in stepped a slender and curvy hooded figure dressed in all black. A mask covered her mouth, and strands of grey hair swayed across her forehead while the rest was hidden beneath her hood. A bounty poster was in her gloved hand, thought Faelyth would rather take on a bounty to hunt down a person rather than find a lost soul somewhere in a swamp. Being a Sister, she preferred the dirty work, but coin was short for the time being. The Wayfarer seemed busy today, but it was a tavern she had only ever found herself in one other time long ago. Eyeing around for the man who posted the missing person's notice, Faelyth rest her two colored eyes on a small party of individuals, and spotted a flyer just like the one she held between them.

Rolling her blue and yellow eyes, Faelyth debated in her mind whether or not to even continue with the bounty, but she needed the gold. If all else failed, she could kill them all once they had finished, let the others do the majority of the work. Squaring each of the individuals up, Faelyth let out a groan beneath her breath before sauntering over and taking a seat, though she didn't truly ask for one. Taking a seat next to the dark haired lass, Faelyth scanned her up and down, nearly leaning her dark grey face into her. **"Seems we're all here for the same thing, huh?" **Placing the flyer down upon the table over their's, Faelyth eyed the rest of the people at the table before sighing and instead looking over to the tiefling, her eyes scanning the blue figure up and down rather slowly, but not in a hateful way. **"So, how are you all splitting the gold hm? I'd hope evenly, would hate to drag a body back from the swamps only to receive a tenth, wouldn't you, love?"**
.

Dragging her eyes up and down the dark haired woman once more, there was an obvious smirk beneath the dark elf's mask, and as she rested her gaze upon the woman, a snake slithered out from her hood and flicked its tongue the woman's way. **"Name's Faelyth, though I'm more curious about *Yours*."** It was obvious the dark elf was trying to gauge the rest of the party, especially the ever so innocent looking woman she was currently flirting with. The snake, Faelyth's pet Zafeiri, could obviously smell the rabbit the elf was trying to hide, but remained on Faelyth's shoulder nevertheless. It's crystal blue head dipped down toward her pocket, but stayed put. Fae's eyes stayed glued to the elf for some time, but she turned her gaze to the rest of the party with a dull glare. **"I hope you do all know that. It will be a body, not a man, that we bring back."**
Richard
Rylkyn looked up at the tiefling as she removed her hood, his expression not showing much of the shock value she might have hoped to achieve, one shady client was the same as any other shady client, regardless of race. However, exactly like he'd thought, he had gotten no straight answer about what she was using the plant for other than some vague idea of protecting herself and producing an antidote with no mention on how she could do such a thing. So, instead he focused on her crude comment. "Haha, yes sex joke you're sharp as a wheel you are. No, I said I wouldn't judge because I frankly don't care how you use it. However, those who really need to reassure me that the deadly poison they want me to get for them isn't for me, are usually the ones who fully intend to use it on me. So, how about this, I will get you the plant. But, I will be the one to give it to you, not your middle man here" He says as he vaguely gestures towards Shy "Then you'll pay me the rest of what you owe and we can all fuck off our separate ways." Ignoring the tiefling's quip about being a bad negotiator, Rylkyn returned his attention to Shy. "We'll keep the reward split evenly for the missing person. That'll be my extra fee. But, for the herbs, the person using you as a buffer is the one paying me for those. No need to worry about a split. That's Big Horny over there's worry."
-

The entrance of yet another person into the discussion caused Rylk to roll his eyes. Even compared to the obviously dodgy backer who was very obviously using this other elf's good intentions for something, this new one could hardly have looked more shady if she tried. Though, the fact that another dark elf was around was slightly comforting, even if that usually meant little when it came down to survival necessities. Still, extra set of hands and all that, as if there needed to be any more of a sign that he was going to get roped into looking for this person. "Well, considering that it's a bounty and no one specifically hired me for this, I'm pretty sure it's safe to say that part will be split evenly." Not waiting for the dark elf to turn her attention towards him, not like he would have waited to begin with, he looked up and down the new person's clothing, by the gods she really did look like some folkloric drawing of a ne'er do well. The constant talk of finding a body, while not wrong, also perked his ear slightly.
-

"You could start with lowering that mask a bit, makes you look a little less serial killery. But, odds are it'll be a body more than anything else, this is the Blackwater after all. So, hopefully you got a strong set of shoulders because dead weight is a bitch to carry. But, if you want to tag along, extra hands might make it a little less of a pain in the ass." For a split second, Quilliam's nose popped out of his bag, twitching and sniffing the air until it retreated back in response to the snake. "But, we'll be making a few pit stops to grab some alchemical ingredients along the way, so if you can stomach a few stops, then you're free to stick around for as long as you don't do some dumb shit that'll get us killed out there."