Zia would give Jalia a kiss, a tender one, though nowhere near as intimate as the one she gave Jax. "Once this matter is resolved," Zia said. "We'll be sure to come again for a bit of a celebration." It was a promise she was sure to keep, giving Jalia's body one last once over as they left her dressing room. Hardworking, charitable, yet practical. That was Zia's assessment of the woman whose stage name was Starflower. When they passed the common dressing room on their way out, Zia couldn't help but think how lucky they were to have a woman like Jalia in charge. Maybe Zia would lend her hand to assist in Jalia's efforts in Sharn's Welcome. She mused on these thoughts, allowing them to wash and ebb over her with the rain as they emerged from the Green Mermaid.<br/><br/>Following May to the Man o'War, Zia focus on the objective at hand once they were in sight of the inn. She hopes that the one out on business is the thief, still looking for a proper fence for their treasure. You don't play a player if you can avoid it. The thieves she did know had nimble tongues as well as nimble fingers. Once they arrived at the inn, Zia would thank May before they entered. Assuming the night was still going strong in the tavern, Zia would find an empty table first, if not a seat at the bar then. She'd cast her eyes around the room for their marks and take the time to study them if they were present. If the inn was more on the quiet side, Zia planned to ask the innkeeper for a spot on the floor for the night, using the excuse they were low on money and couldn't afford a room proper. If they got it, Zia would wait for the innkeeper to turn in for the night.