As Loran spoke, Dax motioned for a drink. The bartender, at this point, had learned not to argue with her. When she needed a drink, she needed a drink. He also, after some prodding and near-bludgeoning, had learned to leave behind the bottle. It was as good a breakfast as any.<br/><br/>"Yah know me, darlin'. I'm a leaf on the wind. I get all blown about, back and forth. 'Sides, I usually stumble onto something, or you've got something for me to do." She uncorked the bottle and downed a long pull, briefly licking her lips before turning to peer at her friend. "You hintin' at havin' somethin' planned? Yer not usually one ta' keep tha' aces up yer sleeves, unless we're playing cards."<br/><br/>Dax was good with her hands, but Loran was better. Nimble fingers, and a light touch. That was all it took. Dax had seen her steal the purse of an elf dignitary while standing in front of him, and make a dirty whore cum in a crowded dining hall with no one the wiser. It was a gift. Usually, when Dax made someone cum, screaming was involved.<br/><br/>"If you don't, that's all right, of course. I'm sure we can find some things to do. We're inventive goblins, with plenty a' free time."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>