<div class="floatright">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/polls/1454000/1454747_1423254800914_full.jpg?v=1423254811)</div>Syra (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=968576)<br/><br/>Syra just sat back and watched Meriele go; still sizing up the people in the bar for likely marks.  Though she'd soon finish her mild drink and stood up and decided to step outside for a bit of fresh air. The growing smell of booze and unwashed bodies was starting to get to her.  She'd scrawl a small message for her new "partner" and left it half hidden on the seat Meriele was in and it just said "outside." With normal, for her, silence; Syra would make her way outside and listened in on what was going on around her.  She knew more than likely most of the merchants or others here were probably here to get things other than money.<br/><br/>Why so many women and so many male shopkeeps? Probably because, as Syra would interpret it; it would involve some kind of sex for services. Well she wouldn't play that game; she'd still bully them into doing what she wanted under threat of  violence if they tried that on her. Otherwise she had no problem paying for what she needed; but that innkeep was already on her "shitlist" and part of her was already plotting his untimely demise.<br/><br/>None of this registered on her face other than a speculative glance about around her.  She leaned up against an exterior wall. She'd taken the precaution to grab her scrying eye and held it tightly in her hand to keep it from floating around like some ioun stone. Curious, she'd look for a way to just plain turn the damn thing off. If she had to smash it, she'd start looking for a way to do that too.