<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/95/0a/08/950a080cd16c7e89ef0f6371a41b7568.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Pansy Applebottom<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Thief<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Patchwall 7, 577 CY | Dusk<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Idle Boar Inn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>N/A<br/><hr/>She grinned at the familiar path of ruffled peasants that signaled Taavia's approach, similar to the disturbed blades that was the only sign of the passage of a rabbit through tall grass.  Though the dwarf was far louder and more destructive than the average hare.  Chasing another bite of her dinner with a hefty swig from her cup, she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and gave a discrete - almost ladylike - belch before answering the blonde woman.<br/><br/>"Oh, aye.  I suspect my fingers will be busy about their favorite task before the night is out."<br/><br/>Eyes alight, she grinned broadly, then turned back to the table of long shanks, leaning up a bit more in her chair to peer at the queer bits of metal.  She was curious, but as they weren't gold - nor platinum, according to the expert - she could only dimly hope that they might, somehow, lead to some larger treasure.  Or adventure.  The pragmatic pit at the core of her acknowledged the fact that while she largely believed she operated by the purse, she truly craved the excitement, danger and intrigue of it all.  That knowing seed was willing to let the on-top mind feign avarice as king, but with the same sort of affectionate amusement that a mother feels as she listens to her child insist upon the truth of some tall tale.<br/><br/>"Jigsaw.  Do they fit together?  Maybe they're bits of some larger thing."  She reached out to touch one herself, only lightly, as if aware that those at the table who knew her might be tensing up and anticipating some bit of light-fingered trickery.  As a result, her fingers merely grazed the bit of metal in the middle of the table, seemingly reverently, though she felt no such stirrings.