Taliha rode BC with an easy sway of her body, she was beyond tired of being in the damn saddle and would have gotten off the moment she got into town. Yet she was pretty sure that her legs were going to be pretty damn stiff, not to mention do that tingly thing that happens when a limb falls to sleep. When she finally dismounted she wanted to be somewhere she could get a drink, and have a bar to lean against. She was not about to sit for bit yet but a nice bar to lean against sounded like heaven to her.<br/><br/>It did not take long at all for that Inn and stables to come into view, it was not pretty. But it was a place for her to rest so it looked like the finest house she had ever seen at the moment. When she pulled BC to a stop outside the stables she was greeted by a young lab, his mouth agape as she sat atop her bull staring down at him.<br/><br/>â€œClose your trap before flies fly in there!â€ she snapped at him and grinned when he was quick to do so. Dismounting she groaned as her legs screamed silently at her, â€œLook here this is Baby Coal, or BC...â€ she said as she began to remove his saddle, her bag, his halter, etc. â€œNow he is very special to me and far smarter than any of the dumb horses in here...â€ she said giving him a scratch behind his ear which made him paw at the ground happily.Turning to face the boy, â€œHow much to stable him for the night?â€<br/><br/>The boy took a moment to respond, â€œA....a silver ma'amâ€<br/><br/>Nodding Taliha fished in her inner pocket and took out a silver, â€œThis is for you to make sure you take special care of him. He is very dear to me and I want him to have the utmost care. He gets lonely so if you keep him company tonight I will give you another silver in the morning. Sounds good? Can I trust you?â€ she asked him.<br/><br/>From the size that the boy's eyes became she knew she had his full attention and he would do as she asked, without fail. Still he nodded furiously and was careful to not snatch the coin from her as she held it out to him. â€œGood boy. Now give him a good wash and scrubbing, making sure you get his belly and behind his ears. Then feed him, he is very hungry and could do with some pieces of fruitâ€ she told the boy before she went over to pet and stroke BC's face.<br/><br/>â€œNow you be a good boy while I am gone. This boy is going to keep you company so just stay here so that I can have a good night's rest please...â€ she said to him gently before kissing his forehead. Gathering up her gear she looked at the boy once more, â€œRemember take care of him or not only won't you get the silver but I will make him sit on you...â€ she winked and left to enter the Inn.<br/><br/>Entering the darkened room she took a moment to get her barrings before heading over to the bar, waiting a moment before he acknowledged her.<br/><br/><br/>Tailha entered the inn with the desire to satisfy her hunger, thirst and the need to wash away some of the traveling dirt and grime. Without hesitation she strode to the bar and took a seat, when the bar tender came over she gave her order. "Let me get a mead and something hot and cooked. Preferably a steak or maybe a stew if you have it. And a room for the night?"<br/><br/>Uratan: The large man took the order a certain sparkle in his eye. He called to what most would assume the kitchen, with something intelligible, light and lilting in speech but with underlying intent. Certainly not the order the woman just spoke. Afterwords he paid her no mind, continuing his general cleaning.<br/><br/>"So...what about my room?"<br/><br/>Uratan: He ignored her for a moment until a very soft knock was heard, missed by all but those closest to the bar. The man looked up again and grinned. "Boss'll see you now." He lifted the sectional at the bar and allowed the woman entry. "Just down the hall, you'll find some stairs to your meeting."<br/><br/>"Ok....weird...." she stood and walked down the hall as instructed, hand on her sword. Just in case.<br/><br/>Uratan: The hallway was basic and narrow, forcing her to sidestep a few workers as she made her way towards the mentioned stairway. Finding it just where the barmen said, she made her way down and found a well lit, and masterfully furnished room with decorations lining the walls with varying degrees of expense, the cheapest of which well above a common mans months earnings. "Ah my Tyrinian friend, glad you could make it quickly."<br/><br/>"This whole cloak and dagger stuff....a little unsettling," she admitted without a care. "Though...I suppose this means you were not just toying with me and actually have a job offer for me?" she asked while she found herself  seat and sat without permission.<br/><br/>Uratan: Indeed I do and it's become even sweeter with a new hirey I just obtained. You have no love for elves I'm sure. Does that hate extend to mixbreeds?<br/><br/>"Only good knife ear is a dead one, or at least one far, far away from me," she said with a shrug. "You expecting me to like...kill one or something?"<br/><br/>Uratan: "No no, too easy, I can find any old mercenary on the streets to do that, most wont even accept charge. I'm looking to profit on them long-term, make the knife-ears useful to us. I'm talking slavery my dear."<br/><br/>"Can't be anything physically demanding. Fucking twigs would snap in half lifting a bag of flour. What...like sex trade or something? Cause that is pretty gross."<br/><br/>Uratan: "Tease the race as you wish, there are no better magic workers in our world. Some less skilled folk I suppose would do well for the sex trade. You'd be surprised how many deviants there are, and an elf is so rare a find when looking for good property. The one I want you to get however, is neither. He looks trained, highly. One that might know secrets, secrets the elves will pay a high price to be silenced if you get my drift."<br/><br/>"So, bag the twig and sell him back to his people?"<br/><br/>Uratan: "Do that and you make yourself a cool 500 gold pieces. But I can make the offer sweeter still if you can bag one other. It's why I asked about half-breeds earlier, for we have a drell that is going to accompany you on our 'caravan.'"<br/><br/>"I suppose as long as they don't, look at me or touch me, it won't be an issue. And one can't turn down that kind of money," she replied with a shrug.<br/><br/>Uratan: "Splendid!" He said, clapping his hands together. He set upon explaining the plan and what to look out for. The elf, while holding no weapons looked trained and she should take caution in that. The drell was magical, but held little experience. She shouldn't be much trouble. Also three guards of his choosing would accompany her to be sure the deed was successful and to aid her. All in all if things went as planned, 1000 gold would line her coin purse by the end of the month. "Now, do you have any questiosn?â€<br/><br/>"When and where?"<br/><br/>Uratan: "You should prepare for a month journey the morn after next. I already have the drell bitch set for joining us. You however have already had a run in with the elf. He knows you, and even if the encounter wasn't to his liking you are familiar. Call it my test to see if you're worth my money. Have him on the caravan by the time you leave, and you have yourself a deal and a pocket full of gold."<br/><br/>"Sounds good," she extended her hand to the smaller man. "I take it they have to stay alive, but not in one piece?"<br/><br/>Uratan: He took the hand with a smile and shook it as firmly as he could. "Indeed, more so on the pure elf. The drell, just make sure she can talk and all her fingers remain. Can't have any hindrance on the spellcasting."<br/><br/>"Easily done, the bitch gives me shit I know some herbs I can give her to shut her the fuck up until we get where we are," she returned the firm handshake with a smile. "Now, I am going to want that meal and a room. You do know that, right?"<br/><br/>Uratan: His grin widened all the more. "If you do everything I ask of you, It will all be on the house, for now though, pay the man up front, your rooms ready."<br/><br/>With that she stood and left the way she had come. Pleased with the deal and the arrangement that was met. Afterall, whats a couple of knife ears compared to her continued wealth? No skin off her back. When she reentered the inn, as luck would have it, there was the elf in question, knife-ears and all.<br/><br/>â€œWell, well well, can't get enough for my insults so you follow me here?â€ she asked him with a chuckle. Then before he could answer she took a seat beside him, as if she really cared not for his reply but felt her own was far more important.