"Hmm.....looks good, but it's torn. Maybe we can use the material." said the pimp dispassionately. He was a bald man, somewhat overweight, with the distinctive voice of a eunuch. "But as for the information....that depends on what you need to know. I just want a nice peaceful life, so don't expect anything that'll piss off the Fox Eye Gang or the temple of Bel-Sirin."<br/><br/>Out of the corner of his eye, Talion noticed a familiar person across the marketplace watching him. She immediately pulled her hood over her face as he half-turned, but after how close they'd been, it was hard to mistake Innora. She had noticed him, but hadn't raised any kind of alarm, instead hovering nervously behind him. She probably believed she was harder to spot than she actually was.<br/><br/>"So what do you wanna know so bad? I'd say to make it quick because you're scaring off the customers....but you're not bad looking, you know...." he continued, an appraising note creeping into his voice.<br/><br/><br/><em>OOC: Wisdom check passed to identify her.</em>