It took a while to sort out the mess - some youngsters had taken it upon themselves to fight for some 'territory' in the East Fountain area, and it had taken a few good knocks on the head to yank them back to their senses. Dawn was upon them as they slipped in the side door into the Tilted Crescent, tired and bruised where a couple of clubs had hit them in the melee. Lhurriel found herself hailed by Jonathan as she walked in, and was handed a note, before he shooed her upstairs with a cup of warm milk and honey. Waving a farewell and blowing a kiss to Raymond in thanks, Lhurriel closed the door to her room before she sat down and read the note.<br/><br/>She fell asleep with a speculative smile that night.<br/><br/><br/>The next afternoon saw Lhurriel dressed much less conspicuously, in her usual day clothes. She wasn't particularly well-endowed, but the off-shoulder top showed the slender lines of her body to advantage without making her look like a whore. The swirl of blue ribbon criss-crossed along her lower arm marked her as an amateur musician - the lack of instrument marked her as a singer. A brown faux-corset accentuated her lean torso, its color complemented by the green skirt that flowed down to her ankles. Unlike last night, her dark hair was loose around her pretty face, earning her a few whistles of admiration when she strode through the door. A few loops of simple jewelry made her look rather wholesome and innocent - which she was not. Still, it didn't hurt to look younger when one was singing for coin in the street.<br/><br/>Lhurriel tried to ignore the interest that she drew from some of the Rusty Dagger's patrons as she sat down, seemingly unconcerned as she ordered a small mug of ale and glanced around discreetly. Amron wasn't here yet...<br/><br/>She was taking another sip when one patron stood and approached her, brows raised as she examined her. "May I ask for the lovely lady's name?" He asked with a grin. She cast a disinterested look at him, then returned her attention to her mug of ale. "It's quite none of your business, sir," she said blandly. The other man sat anyway, leaning on the table so he could catch her chin between thumb and forefinger. "Pretty face - what are you doing in the Rusty Dagger, blossom?"