Zame came up with a decent plan to both distract the man and run off with the loot. Taking another drink, he heard the girl talk about him. judging from the voice, he assumed it was the girl next to him, "Damn, you just screwed with my whole plan, maybe. Least I don't have to put on an act now, I was gonna offer you some coin to perform a small task for me." Zame turned in the stool to face the bar, looking over at the girl "I was gonna see if I could get you to talk some of the more drunk patrons in here to fight the larger man over in the corner." Zame pointed quickly over at the large man talking to a captain. "But, since you know I'm a thief you might not want to help. Though gypsies aren't absent minded when it comes to thievery." It was fairly obvious to Zame a women who could throw her voice, a strange talent unless there was a need for it.