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[*Selebius]

The Bottle and Jug is always a noisy place in today it is not different- many creatures of many races talking in the dim light, the smokefilled air foul.

As the woman enters she gets her share of curious glances but most Hivers know better than involving themself in business that is not theirs.

A middle aged human woman, her dress perhaps a bit too revealing and her beauty not was it used to be adresses the entering adventurer.

"What can I do for you, cutter? Ale?"

[*Rainbow Prism]

"Baatorian ale. And chant." Violet eyes with small square tatoos around them drilled into the face of bar wench.
"I am looking for Moores."
Then, gaze looked around establishment, as if to confirm something.

[*Selebius]

"One ale, right. As for Moores...", she points to the back of the room where a man sits alone, his back to the wall, watching the surroundings with fearful eyes.

"...he's over there, crying into his mug, as usual these days."

[*Rainbow Prism]

Eyes fixed on sod, mercenary approached him carefully, avoiding unsavory characters and possible pickpockets of note. Just when there were only five feet left, leather boots stopped, chain leggings going silent as she spoke on Sigilan Common.

"Lady's Grace, cutter. I am here to chat about job you hanged on corpse. The trinket job." Tiefling paused, looking over this bubber. "Hope you still got the jink for blade?"

[*Selebius]

"I have enough.", he says with dry voice instead of a proper greeting and he gestures at the rough wooden stool on the opposite of the table.

"So you want the job? You know your ways through Undersigil to the village, aye?"

The serving wench floats by, moving like a fish in water through this crowd, setting down the ordered mug of ale.

"I pay this." Moores says and pots a few greens on the table which almost immediately wander into the woman's pockets.

[*Rainbow Prism]

"Tell me about the job." Taking offered seat, female spoke. When ale was put on table, she paid it no attention, focusing on the man instead, waiting for his reply.

[*Selebius]

"In Undersigil Village... there is a big, hollow tree. I hid a necklace on a gap in the wood. It is on the side that faces the exit to the Undersigil tunnels.. you might have to search a bit. It is easy, is it not?"

He grins at her, his teeth crooked and yellowed, his hands always busy playing with his own mug nervously.

"You bring it up to me... you get...", he lowers his voice. ".. a thousand jink"

[*Rainbow Prism]

Eyes widened momentarily at the amount of green offered. But the rest of the face tensed.
"Generous amount. What's the catch?"
Violet orbs were sizing up this man again, this time they were full of distrust, as if she was looking at someone who just recently tried to plunge chiv in her gut.
"You better spill out the dark of it from your bone-box. Trying to get cutter peeled is good way to get lost."

[*Selebius]

His eyes narrow and he pushes his mug aside and he returns the woman's look without flinching.

"So is threatening the wrong people, lass."

He pauses a bit, leaning back while he sizes up the woman as if to decide how much he wants to tell her.

"The catch is that I am not the only one interested in this trinket. An Undersigil gang... the hardheads. You see.. once you got the trinket I suggest you get it to me as fast as you can. It might get you in trouble."

[*Rainbow Prism]

Sharp nail drummed on table, then they moved to tankard and mug was raised with sigh.
"Very well. But it will take time. "
After taking big swig, blond slammed it against wood, leaving small dent and wiping her mouth. In deep thoughts, she exited the establishment.