Myrrin smiled shyly when the... merchant, as she herself put it, mentioned how nice it was to not have an explanation demanded of her. "Mistress Tiffany would throw me out for questioning a customer like that. You have come to the right place, mistress. Do make yourself comfortable. I will be right back."<br/><br/>She wondered briefly how the customer was going to sit down, with those extra legs... But she supposed that this merchant would have, after so many years of life, found her own ways of getting herself rested. Ducking back behind the bar, filled three glasses of wine for the customers, and returned to the seating area to pass a glass to each person. As she did so, Myrrin briefly wondered where the other girls of Tiffany's brothel were. She couldn't be expected to serve all three customers all night, could she?