[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyne[/color] & [color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Salarn & Crossed Swords Tavern
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]Ntaj & Sana[/center][/b]
[color=#17c311]<<But why? We're supposed to be working together, aren't we?>>[/color] Cyne couldn't think of any good reason to avoid sharing information on a topic like this. Everyone she had met so far seemed to be at the very least, greatly opposed to the idea of undead running amok. Unless whatever information she had was something way out of the bounds of the kind of happenings that would surround a case of necromancy, it seemed petty at best, dangerously paranoid at worse.

[color=#17c311]<<As for catching anybody who shows up, why not set up a trap? Less work than sitting in a graveyard all night.>>[/color][hr]
[color=746f6f]"Fair enough, lass. Some things're more important than how nice ye look at any given time."[/color] So that was two potential sales he'd gotten within the space of a couple hours in this town, which was 2 more than he'd been expecting to get. Not a bad job if he did say so, himself. Of course that was assuming either of the people would actually follow through instead of changing their minds later, as wishy-washy humans were want to do.

[color=746f6f]"Ye sure she'd have a hard time staying still? From what I seen, women get taught tae stay stone still in a hairdresser's chair when the[/color]y're still a wee lass, else they get a good singing from the curling iron. Maybe that's just me hometown."