<span style="color: #BF0000">He looked towards Molly and a grin finally appeared on his dirty face. "Well, evenin' Molly. Alive still I see? Well stick around, the boss wanted to speak with you among a few others around town today. Might have a job for ya."</span><br/><br/>There were worse prospects than a job, she thought, as the tankard was slid over to her. A pint of ale was not, to most people, a significant undertaking, but Molly was a slight thing among a race of short, slight things. The handle of it filled her hand, and it took two to heft the thing to her lips with enough grace not to slop it down her front, but she handled it well and took a few heady gulps to wet her whistle. Looking back to the bartender, she grinned. "You had me at 'work'. I'll stick around to see what the old goat wants, no reason not to earn my keep."<br/><br/>It was then, of course, that her earstwhile companions began to chime up and she found herself really looking at them. It was hard, when all was said and done, to decide which looked like an easier mark. Not, of course, that she would have stolen anything from them, but from the street's eye view you were either a fish or a shark, and neither of these two could have looked less like they belonged if they tried. Between their insistence on a lack of drink, their particular ways and their general air of 'easy target', she wondered how long they would last in the city proper without a guide.<br/><br/>"My business," she said with a wink to the elf, "isn't really any of yours unless you feel like paying for my room and board, in which case my business is making sure you have all your pointy little pieces when you leave. Interesting place for an elf around these parts, and if I haven't missed my guess you'll want a good friend on your side before all this is said and done. And I'm the best friend-for-hire around!"<br/><br/>Leaning over, she raised her voice a bit so the human could hear her. "Same to you, buddy, you look like you could use someone who isn't quite so..." Swirling a hand, she tried to grasp for a word before settling for a trace of her finger around his general person. "That. All of...that."