"Nah, there's nothing can be done fer me other than take a little pain outta me joints, an the noon heat does that well enough.  Save the miracles for them what need it most I say.  I got the one thing what can't be cured... a life lived long, an there's nothin wrong with that.  Blessing to live as long as I have an I regret none of it."  He squeezed her thigh and slapped the other before stepping back, "well, cept maybe that I didn't have one more bolt in me crossbow for one suchas you!  Hahahha!  One second...."<br/><br/>He moved down the raised platform he stood on behind the bar to greet a dour looking mercenary who'd entered, "Lunch should be ready in another fifteen Bihel, the usual while you wait?"  The mercenary grunted and looked Ylene up and down before turning his gaze back to Dwalin as the dwarf poured a thick dark ale and set it in front of him with a shot of whiskey.  Dwalin then turned back to Ylene, "Yah, I heard quite a few things actually.  Seems you put a black eye on their little gang.  Hiding a murderer isn't something that new, happens every day, specially in this city.  But hiding one in the top ranks?  One who killed one of their own?  Ach, now that's embarassing.  An rumor mill is that he didn't even kill for a good reason but that he was a jilted lover.  The way i've heard a pair of regulars talk, who belong to the guild, they would have almost forgiven the killer if he'd had a good reason like a spell book or what not.  But no one understands why he'd go so far, why he'd risk his position over a slice o'trim."<br/><br/>The dwarf was keeping his hands to himself at the moment, but it seemed as if he was more focused on remembering the story then leering at the drow flesh in front of him.  "But to bring in a cleric with potential?  One who helped to 'expose' the traitor in the midst?  It would help smooth over the embarrassment that murderer brought to their guild."<br/><br/>He sighed and set out some more mugs as a group of four came into the bar, obvious that he was about to start getting too busy to fondle one of his favorite customers.  "They aren't bad as a rule, some of em are downright good people.  But as a whole, they are more concerned with their magical pursuits than they are their attitudes."<br/><br/>He began pouring drinks for the group that had settled at a table nearby and were talking loudly about the benefits of cold forged hinges versus standard hot fired when used on sea going vessels.  As he took the drinks away the dour mercenary turned towards her and scratched a hand across a bestubbled chin, "You must be that woman that the wizards were talking about then.  Killed a master a few months back?  I heard about you.  Probably worth knowing there's a few people that aren't happy about that.  Nothing I could tell you for certain, but I'd watch my back if I were you.  Seems that master you killed had some friends and buisness partners that found their lives upset by his death."<br/><br/>He raised his mug to her and took a sip before turning back to stare at the bar top.