"I must say I'm not surprised.  As long as they can, why wouldn't they force such creatures into a certain amount of 'domestication'?  Even in society, people use manageable creatures like guard-dogs," she says, idly leaning back against the wall of the hut.  "A four-armed, white gorilla with claws sounds just a tad more dangerous though.  Not something I would particularly like getting into a conflict with, I must say."  That was the one person Synys is sure she never even got a glance off: the priestess...  "And I'm very glad I didn't end up being chosen for something like that.  Likely wouldn't have been out here where my date with a stomach could be prevented."  She just shrugs as they revert topics though.  She hadn't really expected much degradation from the thief, but from a musician it still wasn't a well-looked on profession.  "Between jobs?  It's not like I go after children.  Most people who want someone alive are willing to pay well for such a delivery.  Not saying I'm rich, but certainly not just scraping by."  She looks between them, this time obviously understanding the less subtle allusion.  "Is he hitting on me?" she finally asks the elf.