Fethlion grimaced as Brea came back into the tavern via the back door into the kitchen.  He gestured at a tub of grimy water that had some soap bubbles floating on top and several dishes stacked next to it drying.  "Theres some clean towels there," he said gesturing next to the plates.  Of course the word towel was used loosely.  The cloth that Fethlion used to dry dishes and clean with was barely above scraps of rags, Kald and Star never sprung a single copper more than they had too.  But Fethlion was right that they were clean, and the dish water, while greasy, was soapy and would help freshen her up.<br/><br/>Of course, Brea knew that Fethlion expected at least a copper or two for his trouble.  Not that she owed him anything of course.  What was the worst he would do?  Mention to Kald that she'd been working out back?  He wouldn't care, at most he'd demand half.  She didn't always pay him half when she took clients outside, sometimes, but he only demanded half when she used his tavern and inn for the dirty buisness.<br/><br/>Thoughts of that bulging coin sack hanging from the man's belt again.  Odds were that it wasn't that much coin, and probably mostly coppers... but if even a quarter of that was silver, it would have been quite a haul for someone like her.<br/><br/>Fethlion interrupted her thought though with a nod at the water, "Better clean up, you know Kald's going to expect you to help clean up and push the last people out at first bell."