Zara crossed her arms, mulling over the new information as Yildar spewed it out. Of course, detailing every inch of his knowledge in the middle of a public street was hardly ideal, but she suspected he hadn’t the tact she did. A warrior, not an assassin. And, so far? He was proving himself every bit the brute stereotype.<br/><br/>She would give credit where it was due, though. He was<i>damn</i>thorough. And he seemed to hold a wealth of knowledge of Suvar—a wealth Zara would be a fool to pass up on. She pursed her lips, scanning the grounds before settling her gaze on the Scarlet Lily. Bouncers were one option when it came to a whorehouse… but had Yildar bothered interrogating the women? Though not often spoken about, it wasn’t uncommon for a woman or two to take on an additional customer<i>under the table,</i>so to speak. She tapped a gloved finger against her arm before nodding to herself.<br/><br/>“Nothing more here,” she said at last, side-eyeing the man. “But I want to talk to the women in the… ah… inn.”<br/><br/>Yildar seemed to have no complaint, and she strode in with ease. A server or two raised a curious brow at the two of them, but none muttered a word as Zara broke away from the hulking man behind her. Instead, she settled into a seat on the far end of the room, smiling brightly at the man who took her order for a drink.<br/><br/>“We’re looking for women,” she said as she took the glass of liquor from the server, ice clinking in the tumbler. She glanced his way. “How familiar are you with the whores?”