Isaera would be back in the tavern a few moments later, sat at the bar and gently flirting with the barmaid, her whole demeanor more relaxed all of a sudden. She looks at the backroom door, weighing out people slowly in her mind... making plans... contingencies... counter contingencies... she winces, a small headache flaring up, a common thing among her kind. She brushes her hair back and turns to her drink, sipping it absently as she starts to find her centre, achieving peace within herself... though not tonight. The excitement was getting to her. As much as payday thrilled her... nothing beat the thrill of the chase... the heat of battle... the heat of the bedroom... she smirked just thinking of it. While she often told people she was in her job for the coin... she lied... it was the lure of adventure... the fear of death... the adrenaline coursing through her veins.