Frisko sensed that she was in more need than she let know, and once she slipped the little tidbit of being willing to gamble her service, he pressed his luck, apparently successfully.<br/>"Sven, take over for me for a bit!" He called to one of his employees, a man with a thick mustache and a beer belly.<br/>"Follow me then, my lady." he said, leading Evelyn to the back through a staff room and into the storage where the two were finally alone and away from the ruckus of the common room. It was packed with crates, jars, barrels and bottles, and illuminated by a few lanterns fixed to beams. There wasn't very much room but it was easy to get out of sight between the rows of stockpiled foodstuff and alcohol.<br/>"Now if you'd be so kind. Remove that cumbersome robe and armor and show me what you have to offer?"