(Ganti)

"Well, mate." the bard smiled at Ganti, "He could be, but another two coins, and I don't even know who you're talking about" as he strummed his instrument. Ganti returned his devilish smile, and flicked two more coins over towards the man. "We're kindred spirits, aren't we?" She smiled, as she began to rummage through the unconscious strangers things. Ganti bit her lip and frowned in disapproval when, after a few seconds of scouring, she didn't find anything of real "worth"; no money, jewels, or valubles. All he had on him was what appeared to be a broadsword, but was missing its edge. Ganti grabbed it, and strapped it next to her sword. Ganti slumped into the seat next to the man being robbed and sighed heavily. "Well that's unfortunate. Didn't have a whole lot on 'im..." Ganti gazed over to the bard. "So you know that fella? The one with the white hair." she asked, jerking her thumb towards the bar. "He's a bit creepy. I mean, nothing I haven't seen before, but still... Reminds me of an evil god I know." She raised her hands in the air wagging her hands about in a sarcastic fashion, speaking in a mocking voice, "The Evergrowing Shadow! Shepherd of Fire! Bringer of Darkness! Lord Halcyon! What a creep! I don't know how I ended up half married to him." She laughed. "I don't suppose you've heard of him, have you? I don't expect it. He's an Invot thing, and I don't really know where I am right now..... or where Fitz is..." Ganti frowned, looking down towards the table.