<i>Fuck.</i><br/><br/>Nemera was none-too-pleased that the bartender was rather more alert than she had been expecting. Maybe if she had worn something more distracting it might have kept his eyes off her hands … but of course, attention was precisely what she wasn’t looking for.<br/><br/>Then again, if the guy wanted a partnership, he couldn’t exactly let the Hand know about the situation, could he? After all, he’d be stealing too at that point … and his ties to the city were a lot more burdensome than hers. And having a place to base out of wasn’t the worst way to get set up in a new city.<br/><br/>Flashing a hint of smile, Nem breathes as she brushes back a lock of golden hair,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">“Mm. Someone’s been paying attention. Well, if you’re in for half the proceeds, lemme know which of these marks are worth taking next.”</span>She figured it was probably the dwarves, but maybe the bartender knew something that wasn’t immediately obvious from appearances alone.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">“I assume your girl is cleaning out the orc-kin already.”</span><br/><br/>That made a lot of sense – after all, it would explain why the bartender had paid her so much attention, if he was already running a play on the half-orc group, he might have been waiting for someone else to make the grab and Nem had just gotten there first.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">“Not much of an actress, by the way, though I suppose that’s not the asset you’re paying for, hmm?”</span><br/><br/>Though the woman did seem to have charmed the two adventurers into intervening. Or maybe they were in on it too? One of them did seem a little shifty. And the other definitely gave off ‘lunky distraction’ vibes. Still, seemed like a lot of shares to pay out for what likely wasn’t a ton of loot.<br/><br/><i>They’re probably just patsies.</i>