She slipped the amber stone into her belt in haste. Though she was eager to know its contents, it wouldn't be here, in the taproom. It would be upstairs, when she could view it alone, that should examine it. If whatever it was she saw made her cry, she wouldn't want it any witnesses.
"If you're going read my mind, should I think of far more... interesting things?" she teased. "And no. Lucatiel may be fey, but her brews are much like her. Too sweet for me. You know my tastes run a little more..." Her eyes raked up and down his form. "Exotic."
Giving him a crooked grin, her head inclined back to the companion she left behind at her table. "I've hired a sword hand. He has a ship, in case we need use of one."
Thinking at Vashir, she said, He's running from something, but I don't know what. Seems harmless. Usual smuggler type, probably wanted for pillaging the drawers of some squire's daughter. Of course, you'd know better than me if he's likely to stab me in the back.
"I'll introduce you two in a moment. You're coming with me, aren't you? You know I like it when you come with."
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