Miranda swallowed hard at the approach of the Arbites but soon found her nerve.  The threats were a warning to move along and indeed their small group was beginning to attract some attention.  Of course standing beside some members gathered was enough to draw attention by itself.  Quietly she toyed with a small coin in her grasp before giving her typical smile as the Arbites rushed off for one task or another.  A quick hand was slapped to the back of Garviel.<br/><br/>“So let’s say we get some work done and some partying after eh?  Or why not let the two mix.  Something tells me handsome here likes trouble bout as much as I do, so let’s go find us some.  Hit the low hive and see what falls out of place right?  As for you sis why not take some of them Thrones I know you’ve been saving and get us a place to bed down tonight.  Take the cog there with you and maybe start rubbing elbows with the upper spire.  Hit’em high and hit’em low eh?”  She winked at her own joke, jostling against the assassin beside her as if he were a drinking buddy.<br/><br/>“As for our two righteous, why not put a bit of fire o’brimstone on the Arbites there.  Seen’n as how this is a matter of kidnapped nobles, I doubt they are unaware.  Thinking a bit of the Emperor in them might make’em talk to you over us.  Say’n we should meet back here..few hours?  Thoughts, cause I’m itch’n for a drink.”<br/>