<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2ytsUmk.jpg?1)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Koba  (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1741393)</strong></span><br/><em>Trapmaster/Survivalist<br/>HP: 33; AC 19.  Conditions: None.</em><br/><br/>koba shrugs agreeably that Salvador walks with her to the bowyer's-- and though the first shop is not where she thought it'd be, they lose only a half-hour or so before finding an active shop.  At his jest, she chuckles, giving him a half-grin.  "Never figured you for the type to<em>pay</em>for company, Sal."  She rolls her eyes and looks away, as if dismissively, but there might have been a hint of a blush at the joke.<br/><br/>She knows it's not glamorous, or particularly profitable... though she won't exactly strike riches in the city, she manages to avoid trouble... and, well, she supposes that's good enough for now.  "See you back at the tavern... don't get cursed or anythin'."<br/><br/>*<br/><br/>After thanking the bowyer for the pay-- it's rather generous, though she did ply her knowledge well that day-- she accepts the pocketful of coins and gives the crafter a nod.  "Say, I hate to pry, but... you know this area of the city better than I."  She hoists her pack and resettles her bow, readying to head out.  "Are you familiar with one Jeminda Anikee?"  She doesn't try for subtlety or to read him, simply to ask flatly.  "He may be hiring my company and I for a job.  I just want to know if we're in for a fair shake."<br/><br/>*<br/><br/>Once she receives her answer, whatever it may be, she heads back to the Drunken Dog, where she'll add the coins to the kitty.  Along the way, she'll check with the driver-- ensure he's not been bothered, the horses are rested, and that they can leave when they're called upon.