"The city was full of starving peasants and the sorcerer king's sycophants. Hardly the best judges of character. Besides, I have a bad feeling about these two." They definitely weren't the pious type, he could tell that. Unfortunately that was about all he could tell. Not so long ago, even with most of his power faded away, he could get a solid read on how strong an opponent was just by looking at them. Nowadays, if he felt a bit stronger looking at them, it meant they had some faith in the gods. Other than that, he couldn't identify any information of note. Once he'd gotten back even a single piece of his stolen power, he hoped that ability would return. No matter how cocky Shanna got, there was a difference between the threat of townsfolk and the threats posed by people out in the world.<br/><br/>If she thought he gesture would enrage them, it didn't quite have the intended effect. "Would you look at that," the man with the shaved head said. "Looks like she wants both of us at once."<br/><br/>"I ain't never done that afore, but I always been told to give a lady what she wants," his guffawing companion said, seeming to find the entire situation amusing. Cyprus slipped closer and attempted to perceive anything he could about their current state. He had a hunch.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Investigation Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll: 11<br/></div></div><br/><br/>"Sir Laughs-a-lot is drunk off his ass," Cyprus said. "I can smell it on his breath." So powerfully that it was a relief when his focus shifted and his sense of smell disappeared again. The mechanics by which his senses could kick in were unclear even to him, but it had its advantages. And of course, he could talk to Shanna without being overheard.<br/><br/>"Let's give it to her," Baldy agreed. "Go on then, hitch up that skirt and give us a look at the goods." His fingers drummed on the handle of his mace. "Else I might have to give you some convincing."<br/><br/>The two men were close now, making a roughly equilateral triangle with Shanna, five feet apart from her and each other. Cyprus stood in the middle, ready to watch the carnage unfold.