<strong>"Why wouldn't it?",</strong>Yildar shrugged.<strong>"I mean, if you've got the money...you can go pretty much anywhere here, and speak with anybody. I just wouldn't want to spend that kind of money...nobody told me you've got that much silver that you can fling it casually like that. Your job should be very lucrative."</strong><br/>His tone was even, though, without a hint of envy. He was just taking in the new fact, and assessing it.<br/>Maybe he was going to ask her about it, later. But right now, he didn't seem interested - or was able to hide it very well indeed.<br/><br/>That was when the girl entered. Calle the Willow-Leaf had she been named, and the name fitted her like a glove. Tall and thin but round in the right places, she moved like a willow, her legs seemingly bending in any direction she wanted them to. As a result, it seemed she is floating above the ground, not just walking.<br/>But the most important part was her eyes. She only ran them over Zara and the man, but it seemed she knew...more than they'd intended to show.<br/>Zara, though, didn't have an opportunity to consider the girl's eyes at any length, because the girl almost dropped down, her face towards the floor, and her hands raised behind her back, as if to be tied.<strong><br/>"I was told to present myself in this room",</strong>she said in a calm voice, the words gliding like silk thread out of her mouth, in one uninterrupted string.<strong>"Rest assured, mistress...Calle would do anything to satisfy you. And your man, too, should you choose to indulge him as well".</strong><br/><br/>Yildar chuckled softly at the notion.<strong><br/>"Well, it seems eveybody now knows who's paying",</strong>he observed.<strong>"Because that's the same Calle that a patron was offering to me after a recent match. And he had her praying for my attention...but alas, I didn't like his contract, which I had to accept along with her".</strong>