Ophillia noticed the necklace first, it bore the royal family crest. She looked the girl over once before nodding at her words. It was true, she<span style="font-style: italic">was </span>able to get into places people thought to be unpenitratable: her methods were a little unorthodox, but Ophillia wasn't going to outright say who she was, especially since she didn't know this girl. Ophillia eyed the bag of money that was thrown upon the table, while leaning back. The girl before her seemed confident, but there were small things about the way she sat that said otherwise, not to mention how jumpy she had been. "What's your name?" Ophillia asked, pushing the gold towards the girl. "How did you come across such a necklace and so much gold?"<br/><br/>Ophillia wasn't going to give away her suspicions, instead she wanted to let the stranger explain. Maybe she would tell Ophillia the truth, maybe not. Ophillia kept eating her bread and drinking her ale, all the while going back and forth between the girl and the old woman behind the bar. After a few seconds of staring and eating she raised her left eyebrow and spoke, pushing the food to the eight side of her mouth. "I don't need your money." Ophillia's table manners left something to be desired, that much was certain.