Her eyes floated around the table at those seated, and she began to wonder if she had made the right decision to answer this call. She could’ve simply ignored it, or sent a reply that she was otherwise engaged. As the gypsy woman sat up, something stirred within Dhyannah. There was something unsettling about the woman, and the movement only made the rogue want to drag a knife through her heart. She knew there was more than met the eye with this lot, she knew not to mistake the gypsy for the common whore she portrayed. But the slip of regal demeanor, it reminded Dhyannah of someone. And either the whore was trying to compensate for the commonness of her appearance or there was something else entirely to her, and that left Dhyannah with a sour taste that tickled the back of her throat. 

One hundred and seventy five pieces of gold … she wasn’t sure what to make of her host. With the threats spoken of, she would need to purchase supplies, which unfortunately didn’t come cheap. And as more adventurers seated themselves at the table, it became very apparent that the only way they were getting a bigger cut was if one of them didn’t return. 

She rolled her eyes as the paladin spoke. The only thing more annoying than a self absorbed whore was a self righteous paladin, and Dhyannah suddenly found herself siding with the gypsy woman. Though it was interesting that the men of this group had nothing to say. Too many women in a party often led to bad things, and the huntress wondered who in their mighty band would she end up bedding and which one would meet the lustful intent of her blades. Her eyes wandered to the males, scrutinizing their silence. Words of reason were needed, at the very least, and if none of them had the balls to share them with their current company, then perhaps none of them were worthy of her bed. She loosed a breath, frustration etched upon her face, and every muscle that tensed as the women passed words laced with knives and insult. 

Despite all that had been said thus far, she wouldn’t cut in with her own opinion. Two women arguing over coin was enough to drive most to their deaths, three would just seal their fates right then and there. And so Dhyannah remained silent, however her thoughts were written in bold all over her face. She was never really good at hiding her emotions, she wasn’t going to magically start being good at it now. 

To ease the tension that flooded her muscles, she reached for her flask and took a long swig. She didn’t care what the others thought of her. Because if they did decide to cross her, they would bathe in her fury. Her fingers drummed lightly on the table and she returned her attention to their host. Negotiations had begun, far be it from her to interfere, just as long as she got what’s hers. She had taken on jobs for less and always found ways around. Whatever price decided upon would keep her belly full and her weapons sharp.