<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/8a/JinxTiefling.png/436px-JinxTiefling.png)</div>Ghaazala twists the length of chain she's toying with slowly, then straightens it tautly between her hands, holding it almost as if it were an inflexible rod. "You, think." she says as Wren returns to her seat. It's almost an accusation. "You do think. But this, I ask: what odds, if they were timed and set fires, waiting to happen, that none would find them before they blazed up? Find them and give alarm, or more likely tear them apart to sell the pieces for yesterday's breadcrusts and watered-down thrullwine, eh? What odds of none-such being discovered in those rat-warrens where they trip over each other to rent crowded floor-space for favors?"<br/><br/>"I don't gainsay you wrong. I think I most agree with you on what we owt to be doing. But I don't think t'will be that easy."  The tiefling wraps the chain around a gauntleted fist, polishing one link slowly with the ball of her thumb. "I don't like waiting. You don't break an ambush by waiting it to roll over you." Her broad shoulders roll slowly, and at least a few of the chains seem to shift position to struggle back to where they were against gravity. "The docks. I know less of the docks than the inland of the Dock Ward: the caravansaries and markets and wares-houses, say from the Waymoot to Caravan Court, then along the Soothsayer's Way down to Snailstreet and back up Net. That place I know well. Summat of the Castle Ward, I know, but I don't oft go north of Julthoon. I don't much have reason, and some folks don't much like my face." Her sharp white teeth flicker into sight again between full, brown lips. Was that a smile?<br/><br/>"But I also know summat of what lies beneath that area, and I don't mean just the first layer of run-off drains." Yes. Her mouth is slowly working its way into a distinctly sultry smirk.<br/><br/>"If I thought this was owt to do with the merchants and the caravan-runners, well, I could talk to some of them...but I don't. Other than that, there are those I can ask questions of that the rest of you..." Ghaazala lets her gaze rove freely about the mostly-human company seated at the table, "...Are too curst pretty for."<br/><br/>"You're quiet." This time the tiefling smiles openly. "That's good, because I'm not. I guard people, and I break those as may try to harm them." She tilts her horned head in a respectful nod to Rulathon. "...Within the law." Which is mostly true.<br/><br/>Mostly.<br/><br/>Ghaazala settles slightly back in her chair, red eyes casting about the table's length from face to face, waiting to see who will speak next.