She pulled her eyes from the lifelike statue behind the bar and peered at the barkeep as he stopped in front of her. She did not answer immediately, taking a moment to let her eyes run over him, noting how he looked out of place. He looked more like he belonged on a battlefield and not behind a bar in a tavern. Judging from the amount of scars he had, he had likely seen more to last him a lifetime, perhaps this the reason he was not there anymore. Could she blame him?<br/><br/>Hoping to gain information about work, she knew she had to let her guard down a little and raising a pale slender hand, she slowly pushed the hood back, her grey eyes rising to meet his as she gave him a small smile. "Small ale please.." Her voice was soft, belying her true nature. She often used her looks and soft voice to fool people into thinking she was nothing more than a sweet innocent young woman, relying on them underestimating her and handing over the upper hand to her.<br/><br/>However she was not out to fool the barkeep, hoping instead to ingratiate herself enough that he would give her some information about where she could get some work. As he returned with her ale, she smiled and thanked him, her fingers wrapping around the cup as she kept her gaze on his. Stopping herself from biting on her lip, not wanting to show any uneasiness or nervousness, she spoke again before he could walk off. "Would you happen to know where I could get some..work?" Her brows suddenly furrowed as she wondered if he would think she was asking about prostitution, a glimmer of anger flashing across her eyes as she reflexively readied herself to snap at him if he mentioned it.