<em>Perhaps not quite as interesting as I had first thought,</em>Silva chuckled at the group’s comments. In reality, she didn’t mind what they thought or said about her. If she was in their thoughts and minds, she was happy.<br/><br/>“A mixed welcome, if ever I had one. Wonderful to meet you all, and it’s great to see you too Darian. It’s been a while. I see you’ve found a new group to exploit. Planning to murder and loot some innocent pilgrims on the road are we? Sounds like your kind of caper, though perhaps a bit more risky for you. Slaughtering swine seems more your style.”<br/><br/>Silva ignored the first two insults. The second was true after all, and a title she wore with indifference, or pride, depending on her mood. It was Darian’s words that raise her ire, though she hid it well behind a veiled smile.<br/><br/>She raised an eyebrow at his words “Whore? If I were a whore Darian, you might,<em>might</em>, have a chance to bed me - seeing as the ONLY women you get are paid for. Alas for you, I’m not paid for my pleasures.”<br/><br/>It was abundantly clear she wasn’t welcome. Silva enjoyed playing with Darian, but this seemed pointless. “Regardless, I can take a hint. Clearly you all have pressing plans to make. I might be back later for a chat with you master dwarf – see, I need some spiritual guidance for all the sinful thoughts I’ve been having of late.” She shot a cheeky wink his way before standing.<br/><br/>With a flurry of pure white hair and womanly flesh, Silva stood, turned and began walking away. Half way to the bar she paused, turning back to the adventuring party. “Oh, one more thing. Seems I may have misjudged your group. Clearly you’re much braver than I had first thought you to be, to be working with Darian. See, he has this uncanny knack of getting those he works with killed. I’m sure it’s all just bad luck though…” her eyebrows arched and she smiled with pretend sadness then left the group to their discussion.<br/><br/>She moved over to the bar to have her flagon filled again before turning around and leaning up against the woodwork to survey the common room. She was still fairly new to the city and if she was going to find decent paid work, she needed to know the right people. After a few minutes of drinking, she turned back to the barkeep. She slid five gold coins across to him without ordering anything else and launched into conversation "So, what's news in the city? I'm looking for work see, and local rumours often come in handy..." she smiled up at the burly bartender and took another sip of ale.