<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg4941685#msg4941685">Quote from: Thufir Hawat on 18-07-2011, 01:41:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The woman smiles.<br/>"My business is well. My employer, though, met an untimely ruin - I guess this makes him my former employer, but habits die slowly. I'll need another cup of wine to kill off this one" - she gestures to the tavernkeeper for the weapon of habit-killing. "He bought some locks, and was trying to sell them, but it turned out the locals had all they needed. And the price of his silks had dropped, since three other caravans have arrived last week... so he was unable to do anything but pay us, after selling his wares, and possibly get a cheap whore. I guess he should be looking for one now, drunk and miserable. Me? I'll down a few cups, and look for another caravan to guard tomorrow. To me, it makes little difference what I protect!"<br/>Her laugh at the end is probably at the expense of all her past and current employers.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Then, sister, I wish you well."<br/><br/>Adjia rises, bows.<br/><br/>"May your next contract be good money for easy work."<br/><br/>She turns and heads for the stairs as if going about her own business, intending on trying a little recon by pretense!