"No offense intended.  It's not unusual here... all nuns and whores, often both at once."<br/><br/>As Galacia starts to leave the counter, the woman stares back with a flat affectation, something like pity in her eyes, but a grudging acceptance evident in her nod.  "You won't be the last to say that today," she murmurs as she smooths the silver pieces-- each smaller than a woman's pinkie-nail-- into her coffer box.<br/><br/>To Calathes, she spreads her hands.  "Fine with me... but if you're hoping to sell in here, you need a writ from the Captain.  Otherwise, it's the main square, sun and rain and all."  She smiles, then turns to Jin, to whom she nods sternly.  "We've only the workers' lodging this week, sir.  My apologies... now, the Akathites?"  **sense motive applicable for her unspoken reaction**   "They have a camp of sorts... big slab of stones, head north from the market square, there's a..." she gestures with her hand flat, "plateau-sort-of-thing, steps up the side.  They have banners... can't miss it."