Octavia's eyes, despite themselves, widened at the purse being offered. That plus an additional purse! "I don't know about you Bolli, but suddenly I'm feeling very civic-minded." She heard the big man chuckle behind her and then turned her attention to scanning the crowd. Much as she'd love to have that purse all to herself, if the nobles were offering this much money it was probably for something serious. She might need backup. Or meat shields. She wasn't some hulking Nord berseker that could just plow through any challenge. Besides, if the group thing didn't work out there was always the possibility of just stealing the septims out from under that weedy little announcer's nose.<em>That</em>would be a challenge worthy of a Nightingale!<br/><br/>She scanned the Khajiit and the elven woman with a raised eyebrow and then approached in a smooth gliding motion. "Morning there. Name's Octavia. This here is my bodyguard Bolli." The big man nodded once. "So I was thinking we might team up for this little run. On our own each of us is undoubtedly mighty but together we stand a better shot of getting that purse. I don't know about the rest of you but I'm certainly not built to handle every potential challenge on my own." She gestured to her willowy frame, and then pointed to Kereva. "Besides, not every challenge will be physical, and sometimes it's useful to be underestimated. Take her for example. She looks like a beggar and she just might be. Or she might be a fantastically talented warrior or wizard hiding her light under a bushel. You just never know."