Gilead nodded along as the bard spoke, his attention split between him, and the mystery woman they'd been observing. He looked somewhat thoughtful, an expression that was just a tad out of place on Gil's face. A slug from his tankard later, and it was gone.<br/><br/>"She's dangerous, yer reckon? Might be right... 's never stopped me afore though, eh? I'll just mosey on over soon enough."<br/><br/>He shot the bard a grin, a rather rougish one at that. Then he turned his attention to another subject as the bard pointed him out soon enough. Gil wasn't so sure the bard had hit the mark on the chap's attitude though. He let out a booming laugh.<br/><br/>"Nah, I don't reckon hes clever enough fer that. I reckon he genuinely thinks it makes 'im look tougher. But yer can just ask 'im yerself, seein' as he's headin' this way."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As the others found their way over, Gil took a moment out of his conversation to greet each one in turn. He'd crossed paths with most of the guild at some point, and most of them he knew by reputation, if nothing else, so it wasn't hard to put names to the faces.<br/><br/>"Evenin' Big Fella, Triss, Kiera. Enjoyin' the party?"<br/><br/>Pleasantries observed, he was content to merely listen to the banter, as the abrasive Triss sought to earn her companions' ire. Fortunately Kiera had chosen to wear a somewhat modest outfit, but even so, Gil could feel the extra weight of a few more gazes directed in their general direction.<br/><br/>"That time o' month is it?" he growled gruffly, interrupting Triss as she continued her tirade, cracking into a crude grin. Just as he sought to take advantage of the moment to turn the subject towards something more productive, the elf made her presence known.<br/><br/>"Oh, evenin' Lil. Didn't see you come in... What's all this talk about rewards though? We're getting free booze, plenty of meat, nubile lassies runnin about... I ain't complainin'!"