<b>Astrid</b><br/><br/>"What else?" says Astrid with a shrug from the adjacent seat.  "We need a job.  There's bound to be someone here who needs mercenaries.  Seems like there always is."  She chuckles as she glances around at everyone's reactions to Tamara, taking a swallow of what the barkeep had firmly insisted was wine.  "You know, having you around is kind of a mixed blessing.  On the one hand, nobody looks at me, but on the other, well, nobody looks at me."