<span style="font-style: italic">"For that much, you could stay a month. As for storytelling and nice talking, how about I buy you a drink myself. The names Keillor. Carson Keillor and this here's my saloon. And you do I have the pleasure of meeting?"</span>The man that spoke was sitting next to her, and with a turn of her head she could see him. The man seemed taller than her by a long shot with a middle age paunch , along with a hint of an after shave and pretty blue eyes. All in all not a bad man to spend a few nights with , but she with held the temptation to speak so bluntly. Her hands skimmed the bar's wood almost in a non-chalant way.<br/><br/>" Carson Keillor, you my dear sir must be the owner from the words you speak." All the while the bartender quickly poured a couple shots of whiskey and pushed them towards the two of them. With the hand that wasn't feeling the bar's wood grabbed the cup of whiskey , and brought it to her lips. Taking a small sip before continuing on to speaking. " So what you are saying is that I am paying far too much for a week stay, well that's fine , think of the extra money as a promise. "<br/><br/>Her smooth tan hand that was a little dirty from travel set the cup down, caressing the glass cup. " As far as my name goes," She lowered her voice. " If anyone should hear it , then there is a possibility of everything I have done would be for naught, but if you need a name call me Camilla." With all the noise her ears barely picked up a tiny conversation in the corner of the saloon but from the angle they were sitting , she could still pick up on a little bit of it.<br/><br/>" Just as well what are your rules for such a wild place as this, and I'm sure there are some black market dealers around." She was all too aware of how bad her home town wanted her caught and dead. The only way they would be able to do that is by using the black market, which has plenty of assassins, bounty hunters, drug lords, and any none human species. Though she herself was lightly not human, but to know thy enemy is always the bet rule.