The look the man gave her didn’t exactly reassure Silwen that he did indeed<em>know</em>what she was implying, though it didn’t really matter, as his response would’ve been much the same in any case. “If you’ve any business to discuss, you’re likely to find what it is you’re lookin’ for with the evening’s patrons – they’re usually a lot more likely to deal than this... lot.” He gestured dismissively at the rabble that mostly filled the place in the afternoon. Sure, they appeared to be his regulars, but none of them seemed to be even remotely interested in anything other than getting soused and eyeing anything that looked like a female.<br/><br/>It was around now that Silwen noticed more than one straying eye upon her now that she had lifted the hood of the cloak from her face and more than one unsolicited wink in her direction. The barkeep, who hadn’t yet introduced himself, caught her attention once again. “If you’ve a mind to tell me what line of work you’re in, then I might be able to point a couple of interested parties in your direction. I’ve an interest in making sure my patrons find what they need.”