"No one should be trusted." Nyxeris said. The waitress had returned toting her double straight urging Nyxeris to lean back in her seat again. She sipped, her same smile still in place. The man was certainly a man as far as she could tell. His face was hidden, but his body spoke volumes.<br/><br/>Her pale blue eyes drifted to the strange sword at his hip. The hilt appeared to be made of bone. A truly unique weapon if ever she'd seen one. Her curiosity was growing despite his being a wolf, he was different. Nyxeris liked different. It meant something interesting. Interesting was fun. There was something decidedly lonely about him, though it wasn't the most apparent thing.<br/><br/>"Your a guard for hire?" She asked again leaning back far enough to pick the front legs of her chair off the floor. Nyxeris wasn't usually the type to ask for help, but she was headed to a particularly bad place for an incredibly large weapons sale. She could use the extra muscle, at least for a night. Egrate De'alol was a bad man, but he paid well. If she could secure this sale, he'd tell all his awful friends about her merchandise and it would be money city.<br/><br/>"I could use -- ." She started. A loud crash stopped her dead.