<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/CUs570v.jpg)</div>That was not one of her best entrances... As the half-orc stepped in after her, their eyes met for the second time. Miriel wrinkled her nose at the man, and immediately stepped away, her cloak trailing behind her, hiding her figure from the half-orc's sight. She still kept one eye behind her, her staff ready to slap away another attempt at her back cheeks with a flick of her wrist. Huh, the place was nicer then she expected. The scents too.<br/><br/>She quickly made her way to the bar, leaning forward against it. For a moment she found herself distracted by the barkeeps huge muscles. Those must be the biggest biceps she had ever seen on a human. Or maybe at all. The man looked like he could wrestle down a minotaur by his horns. "Ahem" - Miriel wasn't really clearing her throat, but relaxing it to make her voice sound a bit rougher and deeper. Though it didn't make much of a difference compared to the baritone of the barkeep.<br/><br/>"Are you Hodge?" - Miriel asked, still mostly hidden beneath her hood. "Who's asking?" - that rough, gravely, rich voice... he had a good voice to be a singer. "Friend of Eller" - with that she reached beneath her cloak and produced Eller's patchworked coin purse. She let it fall to the bar surface, making that specific jingle of silver. "Here to pay his debt. To tick off the tin he owes." Playing the rogue, she was feeling a light surge of excitement and adrenaline flowing through her.<br/><br/>Miriel prepared that last phrase in advance. Unsavory people used that kind of slang in towns around Castlebrook to recognize each other. And Desdemona's warnings told Miriel that this was a kind of place where unsavory people would meet. She accompanied the phrase with a gesture of her hand just above the coin pouch. Her small and ring fingers were half extended, and the rest balled up. Another sign of recognition among rogues. Hopefully here's as well.<br/><br/>With that she raised her head to look the strong man in the eyes, revealing her distinctive blue eyes from the shadows of her hood, as well as her young features. She was wearing a confident expression, since she didn't believe playing nice and sweet would get her ahead here. For now she was ignoring the man in the black rimmed hat.