Isaera sighs, her feet up on the tavern table, she smiles at the red headed bar wench, waving for another flute of Wyr Elvani wine as she waits for the first hopeful for the bounty. She grunts as her drink arrives, the most expensive on the menu, she throws the three silver down with a flirty smile before glancing back at the door, chewing on Galthas leaves to keep her mind sharp.