Ah poo, it was getting busier.  Still, was that the real reason?  It couldn't be... her Mistress would never have associated with such a man, and she knew the overwhelming majority of her lovers throughout the entire twenty years.  Then again... perhaps that was for the best; the Anajiel was clearly the reason, and now that it was brought up... she was kind of curious about what all it could do, if it was truly worth killing for to a Master Wizard...<br/><br/>Still, the old man's instincts were dead on with her own regarding what they wanted from her.  To cover their asses, thoroughly.  Still... perhaps she can work out a rather good deal from them... and use the resources to discover what he had about the Anajiel...<br/><br/>Then the merc was speaking, and as he spoke she flipped herself around on the bar and hopped off, standing behind the bar to face him better.  What he was saying was and wasn't news; nobody got to where the master was without making friends and enemies, it was simply news that any though so strongly of her.  Well, as long as nothing happened she didn't much care, and she doubted they'd do anything themselves if they were like their friend; he had to hire a half-educated fool of a lesser drow to do a half-decent job of things, and look how that ended for him...<br/><br/>"Thanks for the warning." she said, finishing up her beer, and then pouring herself another one "Dwalin, pouring myself my third ale!"<br/><br/>She'd spend the rest of lunch with the fruits, veggies, and cheese... and the cold beer... behind the bar.  She'd pour drinks if Dwalin asked, figuring she could at least make herself useful if she's going to be behind the bar.  She'd also get herself a few more drinks, figuring she'd enjoy a little bit of a buzz while she went to visit the mages; might make them more<em>tolerable</em>...