<strong>Theswyn</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Theswyn blinked at the man as though she didn't quite hear what he'd said. She had, of course, but... "Are you truly suggesting that in times like these you'd want to make yourself out as the sort of person who prefers the unluckily indentured over the gainfully employed? Bent, you little liar, I thought you told me nobles go to<em>some</em>effort to make themselves out to be good people; this one isn't even trying!" The elf shook her head and took her seat at last, an act which more or less turned her away from the nobleman entirely in preference of facing the other three already at the table. "I think it best you pursue acquiring 'employees' elsewhere, sir. I quite like picking my own jobs, as do those gathered here I should think. But do not worry," she added, turning her head to peek back at him with one harlequin eye through a sanguine veil, "I am sure we all recognize you for what you deserve."