The guard's suggestion had seemed to her friendly, and yet altogether unnecessary-- she'd been many places in Waterdeep where plowing had occurred, but neither had they looked overmuch like the Rusty nor did such happen in the common rooms. She took this as a sign that perhaps she'd danced enough for the moment.Swinging around her pole one last time before totally righting herself, Laewynn neatly rewraps her beasts to everyone's disappointment. Kneeling, she gets a firm base with her hands before swinging off the table to land and stand between chairs of patrons.<br/><br/><strong>"Sorry, friends,"</strong>Laewynn says with a slight sultry laugh,<strong>"this girl needs a drink, too; break time."</strong>However, her first destination was not the barkeep-- instead, she swiveled her path towards the table where Turnstone was talking to the Tieflings and other assorted fellows. Sara was there, too; her gaze stayed on her back a bit longer than on the others, but she hadn't found herself overly attached to the girl. She hardly knew her first name, after all.<br/><br/><strong>"Mind if I join you, guildsman?"</strong>Of course her present garb hardly made her look like the sort to knock heads, but Laewynn was a firm believer that confidence is<em>everything</em>. Slipping the dagger from where she kept it concealed around her upper thigh, she drug back a chair slightly with her foot before sitting down to examine the blade.<strong>"Pests happen to be my specialty; particularly of the subterranean nature-- I presume you were just discussing the job?"</strong>She ran the blade over her finger nails before returning it to its holster none too covertly.<br/><br/><em>And now they all know where I keep it.</em>Laewynn cursed herself for the slip, but forget it a moment later; these people were hardly about to try and rob her. Not all people taking such adventurous jobs were terribly scrupled, but they didn't look dumb enough to try such in a room full of watchmen.