<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/__AssectatoR___by_XxKalixX.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>La’ora<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Riften Docks<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early-ass morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anders, OPEN<br/><br/><br/><hr/>“And perhaps you’ve mistaken me as some second-story window breaker, looking to fill her pockets with loose change and cheap jewelry? I believe this situation is lost on you, so allow me to clarify. I don’t do charity work. I don’t work for bread money. You want information? You pay for my time and my resources. I’m a business woman, and a business doesn’t thrive without making a profit. You pay me two hundred and fifty septims for the information, and it goes towards the necessities of obtaining all that you ask. You want facts, yes, not rumors?”<br/><br/>She shrugged her shoulders in yet another elegant display, but in this gesture she transformed. The smirk was gone, replaced by a more serious thief who wouldn’t budge on the matter. She wasn’t a fool, and she understood the risks involved as well as septims required to make it so. The poor and the rich were very much the same; they were always in need for an increase in wealth.<br/><br/>La’ora flicked her hand, making an idle gesture as she spoke. “Facts require research. Facts require truth. Facts require time and patience and luck. Two hundred and fifty septims is my price; if you do not wish for my services then do not go asking for me by name. If you do not wish to pay for these services, consider yourself on your own or that future attempts could lead to a rather serious risk of your health.” And that was another fact. It was business. The handsome half-blood held no soft spot in her heart; those spots had been welded shut long ago, satisfied only with the adrenal thrills her evenings often spawned. Some people learned to turn stealing into an art. Others learned to survive, and were only able to scrape by with the talent.<br/><br/>“When you have my money, I shall have your information.” La’ora brushed past Anders without so much as a backwards glance. She had already taken the effort to surprise him with her appearance. There was no need to repeat dramatics on an exit when it would take only a few steps to lose him in the shadows. They called her the ‘ghost’ for a reason. “If there is a next time we meet, Anders, try not to repeat the mistake of wasting my time.” And with that she disappeared in the shadows, lost from sight.