The gnome woman snorts and hops back up onto her fee, her tunic fluttering in the air for a moment as she spins, spits in her palm, and holds it out to you.<br/><br/>"Oh, I've got use for ya, alright. I got about twenty rumors sittin' on my desk that need followin', all outta the blue, an' my seekers are all off in the Greenbelt doin' some map-making for the Swordlords in Restov." She chuckles and gives you a wink. "Meanin' that ol' Hooter sent ya to me at just the right time... You can have yer pick of the work, if yer interested."