(Yah, bar as in the bar counter, with the bartender behind it.<img alt=":)" class="mceSmilieSprite mceSmilie1" src="styles/default/xenforo/clear.png" title="Smile    :)"/>But not to worry, I can work with this.)<br/><br/>The creature at the door seemed to have found what it was looking for, and thus, was of no further interest to Valeander until proven otherwise. Similarly, the goblin Trixie and her chiming bodyguard had nothing left to discuss that would've warranted his attention, and as after a sip and a brief closing of eyes, he had deemed his wine satisfactory, there was no reason to linger at the bar. Besides, there was something that he felt needed attending - something far less simple and far more exciting than simply procuring a room for the night - and so, stepping over the severed troll head as if it was a broken toy or kitchen utensil, he glided quietly back to his table by the stairs.<br/><br/>Only to find himself no longer alone. The human woman was striking in her own right, and had delightfully jaded eyes, drawing his attention as he settled into a chair facing a lion's share of the room. Tilting his head slightly, he arced a graceful brow, but his cool curiosity quickly turned into a frown as she spilled a bagful of gold in front of him. Pushing the coins aside in a gentle but final sweep, he spoke for the first time that night, in a soft whisper, completely without accent.<br/><br/>"Gold isn't the kind of currency I trade in," he explained, without truly explaining much at all. He looked at the woman from underneath his brow, then glanced at the scene unfolding on the other side of the room.<br/>"But I've every intention of getting out of this myself; we can discuss what it'll cost you later."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>