<strong>Onyx</strong><br/><br/>Onyx sighed and took another long drink of her tankard, counting to ten silently in dwarvish. Then Elven. She would have done it in goblin but she doubted going 1,2,3, many, many-1, many-two and such would help her focus. She had to conceded the that stuffed shirt was right. She didn't understand magic.<br/><br/>She did, however, know about mines. She had been working a seam since she was twelve. She had cut timbers, listened to her adoptive grandfather's tales and lived in one for the better part of two decades.<br/><br/>"Perhaps, you are correct. Perhaps you're a condescending stuffed shirt who thinks any woman who asserts herself is a challenge to you and something that might scare you limp." She said calmly as she took a long cleansing breath. "That aside, I offered a suggestion. I do know mines, and any rear entrance of a bandit ridden mine is typically thought of as 'escape route'." She looked to Kate and sighed. Clearly this was something outside of her purview.  "I offer input, and you mock me. Fine."<br/><br/>With that she gets up and takes her plate to the bar, time to talk to the innkeeper. Innkeepers, like bartenders and tavern owners, would know of folk in the town, perhaps someone that had worked in the mine. She chuckled as she recalled some of her mother's advice as she glanced back at the oracle and catgirl. She pulled a gold coin and spun it on the counter top, as she looked at the innkeeper. "This is for the fork I just crushed."<br/><br/>"Perhaps you can tell me of someone who worked in the mine? Or even a trapper or forester for the area.. I think I have a need to know the lay of the land." She said quietly to him with the air of someone who would pay well in exchange for a helpful man finding such people for her.