<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/8a/JinxTiefling.png/436px-JinxTiefling.png)</div>The tiefling at the end of the table has been mostly silent, her elbows resting on the surface of the table, slim, long-fingered hands interwoven and her chin rested atop them. The dull red glow of her eyes is almost drowsy against the dark brown of her complexion. She pays close attention to the watch captain, but whenever Adrian speaks, her eyes dart almost aggressively towards him.<br/><br/>Ghaazala stirs at Inanna's comment about fiends, chains clinking and jangling slightly. At least one of them slowly crawls up her shoulder. A trick? Her voice is rough, richly dark as she clears her throat...And yet it is unmistakeably feminine in contrast to Scarlet's.<br/><br/>"You can't trap and watch every entrance to down-below any more than you can trap and watch every sand-grain and pebble-palp in the harbor-bottom. There are new holes digged every hour, fast as topside fills them, and six-hundred could vanish in the slave-markets of Skullport in one night." She says it with the brash authority of someone who has seen it, then straightens up, flicking her fingers dismissively. "Not that I'd mind lowering that number or lighting a fire beneath them, but heat rises."<br/><br/>She leans her chair back slightly, fingers plucking at one of the heavy chains twined about her arm, absent-mindedly unwinding it and stroking the links in an almost sensual fashion. "I would hunt. We may not find them -- or it -- at first, but if they use the sewers to escape detection with their victims, others will have been displaced, others will have lost their hunting grounds, scurried into new, riskier holes to avoid the notice of such a thing. When hunting a drake that has taken a cavern as its home, you look to see where the goblins are running away from."<br/><br/>She twirls the last foot or so of chain as lightly as if it were string, not heavy iron...And again, the other chain on her shoulder shifts, rattling links as its coils intertwine with its neighbors. "Plenty of homeless and desperate scum use the sewers. We look...See what the scum is fleeing. Find the places which have become more deadly, more dangerous of late." Sharp white teeth flash disconcertingly for a moment as she grins. "We'll find something worth getting rid of. It's the deep sewers. If the fires stop, we got rid of the right one. If they don't, we hunt again."