Cinothia Savos was walking down the street in a nice robe, comfortable padded leather shoes with a light fur lining, mithral chain shirt and belt with her longsword and one dagger plus the trappings of her clerical and guildmaster status. Her money was in a pouch ties about her neck and under her armor in her modest cleavage. The elven woman her business completed had a meeting to hire a scribe to do some notes over a meal at a local tavern, final guild rules to be printed for the members a courier boy already hired by the scribe. His cousin was doing the work all around a nice arrangement and he has a nice hand for legible writing.<br/><br/>Amused by the little furball of a dog she kneelt down holding out her hand, its wise to let a dog sniff one first and see if its friendly or not. "What an adorable little dog bet he is a fine hunter, I saw you around your a rat catcher are you not a very noble profession if underappreciated by some?," she smiled its a nice day and she has no real work to do. And letting men and women mount or use her for sex to her is not really work anyway.