Before she could stop herself, her face scrunched up as one of the men in the room winked at her. What hair he had on his head was greasy, the thin strands clinging to his scalp as if afraid they would slide off of his head if he moved. Overweight would have been a polite term for his physique, the fat rolls too numerous to count. But even that was overdone by the sweatstained and grimy clothes he wore and Silwen was sure she could smell him even from over where she sat. Though disgusted, she did not fear him, knowing that his fat body would be no match for her quick and agile one. As she was pulling her eyes away from the greasy man, her eyes moved over yet another that was eyeing her.<br/><br/>It was not the fact that another one was looking at her, she was used to eliciting stares whereever she went, that made her skin crawl. Dressed much like the first in grimy sweatstained clothes that seemed to be the fashion amongst those currently present, he did not stand out much, other than this one seemed to look strong even though he was wiry. His body seemed to have been used to hard work, but it was more the constant fidgetting that unnerved her. He seemed as if he was aching for some action of some kind. The look she had caught in his eyes made her swallow hard and quickly avert her eyes, returning them to the cup of ale in front of her. Though her mouth had gone dry she did not pick the cup up and take a sip, knowing she would be struggling to swallow the liquid as her throat had tightened. "Dammit.." she mumbled under her breath, knowing she would now have to be extra alert, cursing herself for having pulled the hood down, though she knew that running into these types was inevitable, yet she was annoyed that it had happened so soon after arriving.<br/><br/>Realising that the barkeep had asked her a question, she looked up at him, mulling for a few seconds how to phrase her response. "Anything that pays good money." The look in her eyes vividly conveyed that she was on the verge of snapping at him if he even dared suggest that it was prostitution she was looking for, her body turning slightly on the stool so that she could more easily keep an eye on the man across the room.