Sarya tuned out the men from below even though she seemed to be the target of their whispers. They were just like every other human - immediately turning to gossip and big talk when they think no is listening - and she cared very little for their opinions. Her attention instead focuses on Milena. What this woman had to say could potentially change everything; no more searching, no more fighting, and most importantly, no more humans or their festering blight of a city.<br/><br/>Sarya's frown when Milena denied her offer was practically imperceptible as she listened to the woman recall Manifold Buckman's past. "So...he was a thief then? Or some sort of gang member?" Sarya's heart sank as her thoughts turned to what kind of man Mr. Buckman could have been. She had done enough business with people from this part of town to know they weren't to be trusted. The name she gave to Milena was even more apt for those that roamed the slums - vultures...every last one of them. She had seen with her own eyes a dying man nearly stripped naked by beggars as he gasped for his last breaths. These people had no compassion, no sense of unity. The world was dying around them and they still only cared for themselves. The thought of her Tiha living with a creature that was somehow even less than a human was unsettling in more ways than she cared to dwell on.<br/><br/>When Milena suggested that Sarya take on a job as a form of payment, her shoulders slouched slightly. She didn't have time for this...not when she felt so close. Her eyes shift toward the pouch of money, unsure as to why Milena suddenly lost interest but found herself unwilling to haggle over a price; it was an endeavor that would lead only to failure should she even try. Sarya's hand ran through her tangled hair as she contemplated the offer. It wasn't going to be anything on the level...that much was sure. The old hag probably wanted someone dead or something stolen. Not that she minded but it was still usually more trouble than it was worth to do such things in the city.<br/><br/>Having made up her mind, Sarya lifts the journal from the counter and drops into Milena's waiting hands. "Well...I'll at least hear your offer. What is it you want...Lady?" The last word was tacked on almost like an afterthought. It was better to do as she requested for now, no matter how frivolous it was. She could at least humor the older woman, especially if it helped get her daughter back.