<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/__AssectatoR___by_XxKalixX.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>La’ora<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Riften Docks<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early-ass morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anders<br/><br/>Young. Inexperienced. Yet quick and strong. The lad’s display with the weapons told her many things at once, yet they also brought up multiple curious and unanswered questions at the same time. Such as; what the hell did he think he could do to her in such a piss-poor position? The docks grew slippery at this hour due to the heavy mist that covered the lake like a blanket. Without the right tracking or local-knowledge it was likely to fall and even end up in the drink. Battle had a particular way of summoning the guards, even if they’ve been bribed to ignore this area. But an<em>arrow</em>, or a well aimed throwing dagger would drop the body nicely with only a whisper of a sound.<br/><br/>He was no thief; he was a scavenger. There were useful skills inside him, but when pressed his instincts of self-preservation would take over. Good information, that.<br/><br/>Her green eyes caught the moonlight, reflecting it off of the deep, dark pools within. In this lighting they appeared black, and now her amusement was clearly plastered all over her lovely face. He certainly had a lot to say for someone paranoid by the guard. But that wouldn’t be a problem for them this evening. The guards in Riften with their meager income were quick to look the other way when they found their pockets lined with a fine sum of septims. La’ora was generous, and with one particular guard expecting his second child, well… it would be silly to just throw money away.<br/><br/>“You’re at three disadvantages, Halfblood.” She didn’t say this with a sneer, simply as a means of address due to no proper introduction. People were in such a hurry these days. “The first being that you talk often and you talk loudly; consider this a free tip of advice. We,” referring to the guild as a whole, “are not fond of those with a loose tongue and are not exactly prudent.”<br/><br/>With grace, La’ora shifted the weight on her feet, lightly hopped backwards without looking, and settled on the railing with her back to the water. The pole she had been leaning against was now a foundation to rest her booted feet. One finger was lifted, followed by a second. “Count the second; now I know what you want, and now I can decide if this information is worth whatever you have to offer in exchange –and I can most reassuringly tell you that it is<em>not</em>- so you’ve now lost your power of bargaining with information and facts. If I’d like, I could simply slip over this railing now, dash to anywhere across Skyrim, and sell this free information to someone looking for it.” La’ora leaned back, as if providing the man with an example as to what she meant by that. The smirk never left her face.<br/><br/>She waited in silence for a solid minute, and then grinned, flashing perfectly white teeth in the dark. “I’ll allow you to come to the conclusion of count the third, since we are still alone and there are no loud clanking of heavily armored boots striding up towards up. Now!” She leapt off of the railing, landing like a feather-fall on the dock before him. “Information is expensive… My ale costs more than what you’re offering me. Come up with another two-hundred and thirty and you might have yourself an arrangement. If you prefer cheap and unreliable gossip worth that paltry sum; go to the tavern and ask someone who can’t afford a drink.”