Kathy
Craig Gulcher
Stormalong

"I really don't. Must've been cursed with curiosity at some point." Craig said as she dumped the coins out, raising an eyebrow and nodding as she suggested guessing. "Looks like a nice handful. Let's go with 30." He guessed off the top of his head. Still, her answer seemed to upset him somewhat. 

"And here I thought you'd be interesting. Nothing but glorified debt collectors you two are. Where's brother dearest? He off beating urchins for stealing bread? Or is he the one watching the rest of the table for you?" He asked with the decision for one final push of the buttons, taking his best guess at her scheme based on her behavior.
Rebecca
Sophia Sucher
Stormalong

She couldn't help but roll her eyes as he continued to talk her ears off. She didn't care that he was assuming the worst of her but when he spoke of her brother, she felt her jaw tighten. "No he is not here, he is in the North Shore and you have no business in knowing where he is. My guess is 43."

The person who counted the coins would change each round and once the coins were counted, they were placed back in the mug to be handed to the winner. As she suspected, her number was called out and the mug was now placed in front of her. However, Sophia's eyes haven't left Craig's. 

"I agree with Craig, this one is a Cheater!" 

One of the men they were playing stood as he shouted his accusation in anger, slamming the table with his fists as he had lost too much to this bitch. Sophia however didn't react as she poured the coins into her pouch. "I think you're convinced I'm a cheater because you are nothing but a sore loser. Instead of blaming someone else for your loss, you should learn to not gamble."
Kathy
Craig Gulcher 
Stormalong 

"Never been to North Shore. Heard it's a worse place than this. What's the matter run out of poor bastards to hunt down here?" He asked, eyes sliding towards the irate fellow who was jumping in. "Oi mate you hear what she said? Bad enough she cheats us out of our hard earned coin now she's trying to preach a sermon!" 

Grinning like the cat that ate the canary Craig turned back to the sellsword and smirked, lifting his own mug and taking a drink. "You know I've heard a lot about how unsavory your lot can be, but damn if you ain't got some nerve. Stealing from these poor souls and blaming it all on them?" One wrong move, that's all he needed and he was sure to have a brawl on his hands. Once it was good and nasty all he had to do was slip away and find a new tavern to work up a tab at somewhere else in the city.
Rebecca
Sophia Sucher
Stormalong

Wasn't this amazing? The sarcasm in her mind was strong as she raised her brow towards the grinning man, sliding one of her daggers from its sheath located on her thigh. "Well I have to say, you're just making this easier for me *Craig*. Boys?" 

Within seconds, a large fight began to carry out in the tavern. She had planned on using a distraction to escape and Craig had only made it easier for her to make this occur. The man who first called out in anger attempted to make his way towards her but was unable to do so when her blade made its way into his eye socket. Before she made a run for the tavern doors, Sophia have Craig a cheek filled wink. "Thanks for your money." 

Then she ran.

Marsila Vema
Audeamus Forest

She simply shrugged at his reply, just thankful she finally had his undivided attention. Taking the second she had as he was no longer walking away from her, The shifter properly viewed the man who looked like he hadn't slept in a couple days. "I prefer to introduce myself first. Speaking of which, I'm Marsila." 

She brought her hand out in front of him for the man to shake before she continued to speak. "I've questioned the villagers before you came to our help about you but didn't get many answers. However I know you rarely leave your home or this forest but I was hoping you could change that for me. I need you to travel with me so I can find a man."
Robert
David Bradshawe
Audeamus Forest

He eyed her hand for a moment, and then he took it, shaking it with a decent grip. "Marsila." He said, pronouncing it MarSEALa. "A good name... My own is Valentine." He pulled his hand away, and looked around wistfully for somewhere to sit that wasn't the ground. He, unfortunately, spotted nothing.

"You would be correct, I leave this area very rarely... The last time I went further than the villages was.. About fifteen years ago? I am uncertain.. All that must be said is that it's been a long time." His eyes drifted upwards while he spoke, as he had to truly think about the past. "It would require more than my usual fee for me to leave this place... I've come to like it. Very quiet."
Rebecca
Marsila's Vema
Audeamus Forest

She decided to go against correcting him about the pronunciation of her name and focused on convincing this man to leave his forest with her. "And what is your usual free?" 

As she questioned him, the shifter couldn't help but feel the sudden comfort the forest provided. It was something she found common among her travels and hunt. Perhaps it was the shifter blood that ran through her veins. "The bounty shouldn't take more than a week depending on how long it takes me to find him again."