Silva nodded as she listened to the barkeep’s words. It sounded like there was plenty going on around the city and that meant she shouldn’t have too much trouble finding work.<br/><br/><em>A cult? No thanks. Those sorts of uncompromising fanatics were impossible to deal with and always meant trouble</em>, besides, she didn’t fancy having to deal with self-righteous paladins. Those that weren’t religious zealots would no doubt be prudes.<br/><br/>The more she thought about it, the more Silva wondered how so many common folk knew of the existence of this cult’ after all, by nature they tended to be very secretive. There could well be much more to this rumour of cult activity. It was a disturbing thought, however she figured she’d keep her ear to the ground about it and leave it to the paladins and other adventurers to figure out.<br/><br/>“An adventurers’ guild you say?” now that sounded promising. She hadn’t heard of such a guild during her first brief visit to the city, but it was her best chance to meeting other adventurers, getting the contacts she needed and securing some new, exciting work.<br/><br/>“That sounds intriguing. Can you give me directions to their guildhall? I’d like to check that out.” Silva paused before continuing “Now, about that bath. Could you have one of your maids draw one up for me in Olaf’s room? He’s been kind enough to offer to share tonight. Unless you have a bathroom?”<br/><br/>Done with her business, Silva strode back over to the table the barbarians were occupying and unceremoniously sat herself down across Olaf’s lap, this time giving the huge barbarian a fine view of her firm, curved posterior as she slipped onto his lap and letting her weight push her soft flesh down into his hardened body. “Ahhh… that’s better” she muttered, glancing up at Olaf.<br/><br/>Cocking an eye towards Olaf’s travelling companion she inquired “So, you’re leaving to deliver your message tonight Eric? Seems dangerous and more than a little odd to be travelling home in the dark with such an important missive…” she let her question hand before taking another sip of her ale.<br/><br/>“So, Olaf, my friend. I thought you might help me with a little… warrior’s workout in a bit. A big, strong man like yourself should be able to give a lass a few pointers on how to defend herself, if she were to find herself without of a weapon…” her words dripped with innuendo. Her eyes shimmering from over the top of her flagon as she took another swig.<br/><br/>Silva’s mind already wandering to exploring Olaf’s powerful body…a familiar warmth slowly growing between her thighs.