Brea was feeling quite pleased with herself as she passed Kald the coins. With a last cursory look around the place to make sure there was no outstanding work to be done, she slipped out the back way and made her way to the stables. It was a miserable two-stall stable which normally housed a farmer's draft horse or the occasional vagrant. The stable boy, half-orc from the looks of him, never seemed to have much to do around the stables, but was kept busy anyway. Kald usually sent him off running errands of some kind or other.<br/><br/>Brea saw no sign of the sailor as she neared. There was only a ragged-looking pony tethered to one of the stalls. She  gathered up the skirt of her bar frock and hummed a soft tune to herself as she waited.