The human woman's brows lifted a bit at Gustavo's brazenness, though it did bring a smile and rosy blush to her cheeks. She held the lute a little closer.<strong>"I'm Denna, and... thank you?"</strong>It wasn't that she was shy, clearly, but the company was laying it on a bit thick. Rha's magic made her eyes widen in surprise, and she did a quick few strums of the lute, only to get a disappointed pout when it was clear the music was the magician's, and not some gift of talent for herself. She set the lute on the table, only to find her lap once again full of gnome. For a brief moment she looked startled, then smirked, folding her arms around Gillie and giving her a playful cuddle as one might a stuffed bear.<strong>"Are <em>all</em> gnomes so brazen, Huevar?"</strong>she teased, then looked back down to Gilly.<strong> "Oh, I know a few. My ma used ot sing Baleerie Baloo to me when all the time I was little..."</strong><br/><br/>For his part, Huevar seemed to not mind the attention given to the lady at all.<strong>"Only the ones worth a damn, good Denna. You may not know it, but bold gnomes make the world go 'round!"</strong>He pulled a watchlike object from his vest, examining one of the myriad of dials it bears.<strong> "Speaking of which, it look like the Hero of Fallowdeep is either fashionably late, or is off with more heroics. Too bad, I was going to have him sign my lute. You know, I heard he once fought off an althoon with naught but his bare fists and a the promise of a kiss?"</strong>Huevar gives a wistful, clearly startstruck sigh.<strong> "Well. Maybe you run into him on the way."</strong><br/><br/>He waves for the group to join him around the table as he claims a chair for himself, standing in it so that he's at least nipple-height with Cedevax.<strong>"Alright so, most of you have showed up on time. That's good, punctuality is incredibly important."</strong>Says the guy who missed the last appointment due to severe liver damage.<strong>"So here's the deal,. I'm supposed to guide you through a quick, preliminary training process. Orientation, they call it. <em>But</em>, a trio of humans are going down into the well tonight and I've got some money on at least one of them coming back up with no pants. So, you're on your own."</strong>He gave them all a crooked, confident grin.<strong>"You've got this." </strong><br/><br/><strong>"So! you're going to take a little trip to the Docks ward, right?"</strong>He uses a little spilled ale on the table to draw a map - not with his fingers, but with magic, the liquid forming nice clear lines as he gestures.<strong>"You're gonna head down Belnimbra's Street and take a left, past Darth's Dolphyntyde."</strong>he paused for a second, sighing over that tavern's name, then continues.<strong>"Then two more lefts, after that. You'll come to a building with Omin's symbol on it."</strong>Here, the ale forms the Acquisitions Incorporated logo.<strong>"All you have to do is go in." </strong><br/><br/><strong>"Easy, right? Oh! There's an entrance fee."</strong>he fishes out a coin purse, and tosses each of them a heavy-feeling gold piece. At least, it seems like a gold piece. On closer inspection, it's gold-plated metal, stamped with the AI logo on one side, and Jim Darkmagic's winking face on the other. Also on the AI side is the text<em>"Admit One"</em>while on the Jim side,<em>"Not legal tender in Baldur's Gate."</em><br/><br/>Denna leaned her head down, pressing her warm lips against Gillie's ear.<strong>"You better come back."</strong>She lifted her green eyes, looking around the group.<strong>"<em>All</em> of you, I mean. You seem like good folk, and I've heard stories..."</strong>Huevar interrupts her with a shushing motion. She might have been talking to the whole group, but it was Gillie that felt the human's fingers slip a key into one of the gnome's many pockets.