<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/8a/JinxTiefling.png/436px-JinxTiefling.png)</div>Jinx curls a gloved hand around the proferred flagon and eyes the retreating barmaid in a manner that would frighten the girl even more if she knew what the tiefling was thinking.<br/><br/><em>Yes. Run, little rabbit. Some people are far too tasty-looking when they are afraid.</em><br/><br/><strong>"Not much of a dry spell out there this minute. Would be good to find some serious work. City-life drains the purse quickly."</strong><em>Particularly if one of the few renters who won't turn you away also has the balls to squeeze you for more than he'd dare charge anyone else.</em><br/><br/>The tiefling shifts her stool around, planting the small of her back against the bar's battered lip and leaning back with her elbows atop it. The flagon's rim dangles from her fingertips as she surveys the room once more: wanderers; the rowdy central table...guild adventurers, most probably; the off-duty Watch; the lithe half-elf...worth a second look...twirling her way around the top of one table, now kneeling to finger a young Watchman's lapels; the pale moon-elf hesitantly interrogating the bartender about the food.<br/><br/><em>Sense of adventure failing you before a meal even reaches your tastebuds? Just tell him "Give me whatever's good tonight!", girl, and hope it isn't directions to his bedroom.</em><br/><br/><strong>"As for you, little quince, you speak of how we're all intelligent, all the same. Well." </strong>The tiefling's smile takes on a hard cast, though her eyes rove the room rather than looking directly at Lara.<strong>"We're all born, surely, and we all die, but some of us do a whole lot more screaming and bleeding between those two portals than the rest. And some of us surely walk more intelligent paths than others. <em>You</em> sound like an Ilmatari preacher. 'We are all equal in our suffering and love.' Well...the world hasn't got a lot of love for the likes of us, and that's all because of ancestry, so you will excuse me if I disagree."</strong>Jinx takes a deep swallow from her tankard, letting it roll over her tongue a moment before she continues.<strong>"And if you <em>are</em> Ilmatari, then know that <em>I</em> was raised under the 'gentle' caresses of the Temple of the Lady of the Willing Whip...so if you intend to convert me to the ways of the whining god, you would do well to run, not walk, somewhere else."</strong><br/><br/>As she speaks, the tiefling's wandering eye meets that of the Watchman watching her and she smiles slowly, letting it ease out into a broad, knowing grin as she uncrosses her caprine legs and lazily re-crosses them, giving the man a teasing glimpse of...nothing more than insinuating shadows beneath her the studded falls of her leathern cingulum.<em>Yes, I know you're watching. And I know why, and I know what I can and can't push.</em><br/><br/>Jinx's gaze wanders on after a moment, then catches on the well-dressed writer in the corner. She raises her flagon, sipping at it as she studies him, and then shifts her other arm just enough to bump Enoch with her elbow.<strong>"That one there. Is he a hiring-man, you think? Or the sort who comes here only to collect the stories of others?"</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hey Jezabelle, is Laewynn actually wearing any sign of being a worshipper of Sharess?<br/><br/>Hopefully Latooni will be turning up before long. She's been missing a few days.</div></div>