She didn't miss the way his eyes narrowed in distrust, or the terse tone of his voice. She hadn't expected anything else, truth be told. Any sane person didn't take kindly to total strangers walking up and propositioning them. He would have no luck trying to escape her, however, as she merely fell in step beside him, matching his stride as he stalked through the crowd.<b>"Lucky or not, folks don't manage to pull in a haul like that without the skills to handle themselves in the deep."</b><br/><br/>She paused for a moment, considering her approach, then glanced back to him. This man was obviously no fool, and she figured her best course of action was merely to be brutally honest. Even so, she dropped her tone noticeably, pitching her voice so that only he would be able to hear.<b>  "Look, I'll get right down to brass tacks--I'm going to be diving the Leviathan's Grave and I need backup. If you can get me down there, help me find what I'm looking for, and get me back to the surface in one piece, then a cut of what I'm getting paid is yours." </b>She was watching him carefully, wondering if mention of the Grave would elicit any reaction from the stoic man. Crumbling skyscrapers and murky waters weren't the only dangers there--sharks and other aquatic predators lurked in the shadows, and old sailors' tales existed of enormous beasts that haunted the ruins, their mournful wails supposedly echoing the millions of citizens who had drowned when their city was destroyed. Personally, Tamelyn wasn't inclined to believe in sea monsters, but the gigantic bleached bones buried in the silt that gave the place its name were difficult to ignore.