Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br/>Tagging:<br/>Status:<br/><hr/><br/>Amanda's eyes widened a bit as Rowan nearly stumbled over her own tongue and into the corporal's bed.  She actually waited a moment after the man mentioned his premature nailing for another quip, but it seemed Rowan was going to keep her mouth shut and clothes on at least until they were off the street.  Amanda let the moment end with a silent laugh, her hand covering her mouth, once Stoutly's back was turned.  "You're terrible!<em>Undressing</em>?"  She laughed again as they trailed behind, mastering her expression of scandalized excitement by the time they were in the constabulary, although she was fairly certain she'd lose it completely if Rowan said anything whatsoever about the manacles.  Just the memory of Isabelle teaching her what<em>those</em>could be used for brought color to her cheeks.<br/><br/>Florica seemed ready to handle the negotiations, and Amanda was content to let her do so.  Compensation for honest work was logical and needful - it hadn't taken long away from home to realize how expensive life on the road could be - but she wasn't comfortable asking for money for something she planned to do regardless.<br/><br/>A few questions wouldn't hurt, however.  "Incidents?  Has there been anything more serious than some odd sounds and sights?"