<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/8a/JinxTiefling.png/436px-JinxTiefling.png)</div>The tiefling's eyes widen slightly at Wren's response and she chuckles again, but this time it's not so much raw as rueful. It might even be directed at herself. "Did I bruise? I don't know you. Truth. Wouldn't object to. But you<em>were</em>thinkin', and you had something useful to say that<em>didn't</em>ignore information disagreein' with your preferred methods." And now she's likely insulted two or three other people. She doesn't look towards Cail for the moment, but continues to study the flamboyant swashbuckler. "Keep thinkin' like that. It helps."<br/><br/>She still doesn't look towards Cail, but idly plays with her chains as she listens. Adrian's recitation draws a hint of a sneer. If Wren thinks that perhaps Ghaazala was riding her, she might reconsider how serious the tiefling could have been, in light of the almost open hostility she's showing towards the red mage. "I might could have some sort of idea by nightfall. Maybe. Sewers aren't the grand bazaar of Calimport, one dassn't simply wander up to a shop with a friendly merchant and ask how business is. That aside, traffic from above increases when the sun goes down -- traffic from below cares little."<br/><br/>Serge does get a thoughtful look when he names his role...Even a doubtful look for a moment, but it is quickly dispelled. An eldritch knight? Who would claim to be that, who was not? The tiefling's gaze becomes more searching than skeptical. "The Gith. Could be." She rolls her shoulders back slightly. "Anythin' that hops planes could leave so meager trace, but I studied the lower planes more, no surprise." That quick flicker of a sharp grin again. "If it's Gith, and it's military, it'd be so hidden, though I know owt of why they'd even bother with fires. I would add the idea of it being some single creature mislikes me -- anythin' with so large an appetite would've been big enough itself to stir up the Cellarers." The tiefling quirks a brow at Rulathon, inviting comment as to whether the Cellarers have had much to say.<br/><br/>"'Nother thing to bear mindin', it might nowt be the same people doin' both. Slavers takin' advantage of an arsonist's chaos. But..." She grins, "We could sit here talkin'<em>'might be'</em>and<em>'might nowt'</em>'til the stars douse their lights and dawn comes. Any crossroads r'chasm could be an ambush, but we're paid to stick our heads in an' look before it happens. We're a'ready behind schedule."<br/><br/>Ghaazala looks frankly at the Watch-Captain. "About that five-hundred. I'd<em>like</em>half as a pair of Anti-Disease Tonics* and a vial of Anti-Toxin, if you can arrange that 'mong yourselves or via the Cellarers." The tiefling grins, "And I might be finicky 'bout my boots, if ye've not already picked out a pair with my dainty ankles in mind afore summoning me here." She deliberately stamps one cloven-hoofed foot under the table with a jingling clop.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">*Anti-Disease WHAT?</div><div class="spoiler_body">(* ADT is from Dragon #331: 100g, 0.5#s, +5 save/disease with a duration of 1 day.)</div></div>