<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/8a/JinxTiefling.png/436px-JinxTiefling.png)</div><strong>"One finds all kinds in a caravanserie. Better to have them looking at you for something different to fuck or talk to than something different to burn, I suppose."</strong>Jinx smirks slightly over the rim of her flagon as Enoch lights into the other newcomer, then continues after she's fled.<strong> "So, a sell-sword's tavern with a lot of people desperate to make connections. Don't know if that means the Waterdhavian market for mayhem is looking up, or down. You'd said there wasn't much market lately for bladework...But I met more than one hired blade on the Golden Way coming here who was sure there was,"</strong>She frowns,<strong>"Then again, met a few coming from, and if they'd liked it here they would not have been going East."</strong><br/><br/>The tiefling swirls the dregs of her ale slowly, then raises her flagon high, eyeing the barmaid who brought it the first time.<strong>"One fellow said there was what's left of a dwarf-hold beneath the city, but I've heard other things, too. Of course, those might be things drawn to what's left of a dwarf hold. Places below don't seem to stay empty long. When we came down the Black Road, one of the drovers was telling the caravan-master about a safe way through, down below. Said that he'd taken it with another caravan when he came east. Well, it may be that it was safe back then, but when we tried it we saw more goblins than I hope to see again in my life. Can't imagine we would have met more going over."</strong>She looks toward...No, past...The Sharessite table-dancer, her thoughts far away.<br/><br/><strong>"And that was just a flat-floored old crack going under the mountain-pass instead of over."</strong>Jinx scowls.<strong> "Can't imagine what might take up residence in a dwarf-hold, but you'd think there'd be plenty of folks in a city built over one who'd want to see it cleaned out."</strong>