“Oh no,” Chandra said as she turned to face the dwarf, but the smirk on her lips suggested contrarily, “We are on a secret mission, shush,” and she then continued to explain herself without question, “I’ll show you how to get meat from a man. Observe,” Chandra’s hands had moved to unbutton her coat, which she only realized when they were already half-way done. What the hell, she thought, and undid the rest. Now she’d make a fool of herself if the man actually didn’t give her the jerky, but with a slight adjustment of her outfit, she’d make just about anything possible.<br/><br/>“There isn’t much left,” the man came back with two bundles wrapped in paper, the smell of jerky all too delicious to resist, “It’ll cost ya.”<br/><br/>Chandra explored her outer pockets and came with nothing, “Shit, I forgot my bag,” one hand slipped into the coat to reach for an inner pocket, “Maybe…” she looked down over her own chest and parted the right side of the coat to check. His eyes widened in a stare. “No,” Chandra sighed and closed the coat, and then opened it at the left, which in turn drew open his mouth. “Fuck,” she concluded after giving him just enough time to see. The man swallowed quietly and slowly slid the packed bundles of dry beef across the counter.<br/><br/>“Mhmr,” he muttered, “I’ll trust you’ll pay me later, eh?”<br/><br/>And that was it; he skulked back into the kitchen, and Chandra corrected her bra in the privacy of her coat. She gestured at the barkeep.<br/><br/>“Bottle of—” she glanced at the dwarf, and placed a few coins from her pocket on the table, “Two bottles of whiskey, please,” she gave another look at Anna and squinted her eyes, not quite ready to believe what the girl had just said, “And three glasses,” Chandra added, and then looked around for a table. She’d rather not have to share the loot that she held hidden under her coat with just anyone who’d sit down at the bar.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>