Dymiira blinked at him slowly, watching the desire in his eyes immolate his fidelity. How simple a man's mind in passion.<br/><br/>"I have to go for now... but I'll be in the Merchant Guest room in the Ol' Boar Inn at sundown."<br/><br/>Before he could speak, she moved a finger to his lips and silenced him with a smile, her cheeks blushing brightly. She leaned up toward him, standing on her toes, and brushed her lips past his, her eyes smoldering. Smiling deeper, she turned away from him and left the alleyway, walking toward House Hucrele, chuckling to herself.<br/><br/>You'll get your fair reward, Lucy.<br/><br/>--------------------------------<br/><br/>Returning from the long day of information gathering in Oakhurst and deal-negotiating with the Matron of House Hucrele, she glanced at the sun, its journey downward nearly complete. A smirk played on her lips briefly before she entered, stepping into the noisy din of the Ol' Boar Inn's evening tavern patrons. She walked slowly toward the bar, flashing a smile at the barmaid, Lucy, that had snubbed her when she had arrived. Reaching Garon, the old Human man who owned and barkept for the establishment, she leaned in to speak over the crowd.<br/><br/>"I'm expecting a visitor later tonight, Garon, and I'd like to treat him to a nice meal." The shred of folded parchment that she had been holding inside her satchel came out, her hand offering it to him. He took it, unfolding and examining the writing there.<br/><br/>"Could you have this made in an hour and have Lucy bring it up for me? I'd hate for my guest to go hungry." She smiled at him so pleasantly that he could scarce do anything to disagree as she laid two gold coins down on the bar.<br/><br/>"Thank you so much, Garon."<br/><br/>Her trap laid, she went upstairs to her room. Standing before the mirror, she pulled off her more fashionable robes and picked through her satchel, holding up some lace against her body with a broad smile.<br/><br/>Perfect.