<strong>"Tch tch."</strong>She clucked her tongue, waggling a finger in front of their eyelines down her silky top.<strong>"Adventuring is most assuredly a trade. Just one with a . . very loose definition and job description. The caravan is just a cheap and easy way to travel to new places. I WASN'T thinking about stealing trinkets from a nearby ruin . . . but now that you pose the query I suppose it's a good way to pass the time before I head on to the next town."</strong><br/><br/>Tessa gave an exaggerated shrug of her shoulders, gladly giving both men a better eyeful as they conversed. As long as they kept ogling her body she knew what they were looking at, and had their attention. Especially now that they seemed to be self-proclaimed thieves, at least of lost treasures.<strong>"The names Tessa Goldmane, as if you couldn't tell from the hair. Is nobody going to buy me a drink? I mean, really, we're neck-deep in a conversation about possible treasure and I'm not even half-liquored up yet. That's a crying shame!"</strong>