Claire pouted. "I've been here for 20% of my life. Its easy to forget how I age faster than you lot. Just because it is a Tavern doesn't mean I have to drink" She was taught alcohol clouded the senses, besides she still thought herself a lady despite her occupation and background. "I'm sorry.... I was just... startled" She still avoided eye contact.<br/><br/>She plucked one of the coins from the bag and held it up to the dim tavern light. She flicked the edge and her fingernail made a little dent in the smooth soft yellow metal. She ran her fingers over the rim. Serial Number 000467. She held it in between her hands as she put them together. She leaned her chin on her fingers and closed her eyes. Then began to talk, almost too fast to comprehend.<br/><br/>"Well Felly, whoever it is is rich, rich enough to have an at least 5 year old gold coin sitting around yet never use it. Actually no scratch that its probably more like 15. The serial number has 6 digits, they have 12 digits now since the kingdom has grown and the goblins have produced so many (She remembered the bullion in the Town Square. Dead center and typeset an inch high. The Professor's murder was reduced to a fifth that size). The last time Lusterian coins had 6 was 5 years ago. However the number is on the low side and therefore I'd say quite a long time ago. Our client is either very old and wealthy or inherited his money. Probably sits in the House of Lords or part of the royal family given that its an assassination and the seal. No businessman could be worth ten bags of royal gold which means our target does as well." She opened her eyes, tossed the coin back into the bag and stood up. It was good to know she still had it, after all... today's results were less than optimal.. "I'm going to change into my dress but you've certainly got my attention."<br/><br/>Reta, as she now knew the barmaid's name, came back with her water and shepeard's pie. "I'd stay away from this lot if I were you. I can tell yer a nice girl n'all despite yer gettup."<br/><br/>Claire pursed her lips and gave her a thin smile. She looked around the table and certainly felt out of place. The youngest, the newest, the most conservative and probably the most innocent and ethical. Relatively speaking and in her opinion of course. "Right. Is there somewhere private I can change?"<br/><br/>Reta pointed towards the washroom and Claire thanked her just as Lilith walked in. "Oh right. Errmm.... Lilith, that's my seat but feel free to take it. I'll just get another one after I come back." Her voice dropped as Lilith slipped in the chair across from Vero. Damn.