Onyx walked over to Zaraniel, one of the few that she had worked with often. A second pint mug of Old Tillman's in her hand as she sat down.<br/><br/>"Hello oh great and grumpy one." She said in her dwarven-accented common. She teased him with dry humor when they worked, but knew when to stop and what not to mess with. "Silver membership and enough gold to put me in a smithy. Does it make your scars itch as much as mine? I get the feeling that the client left something out when he took the contract."<br/><br/>