Sharee ate along with Allaina, not particularly caring how the food tasted, as long as the wine was decent. She rushed herself through breakfast, wanting to get started as quickly as possible. The moment she finished the last bite, she stood up and began buckling her blades back into their proper places. “Alright Allaina, I think this’ll be a good way to get you used to being in public. Just follow me, stay close, and don’t talk to anyone unless they talk to you first. You can start doing all that later, for now you just need to pay attention, see how others act. If someone gives you trouble, just come to me, and let me handle it.” She said just as she finished strapping her daggers to her thighs. Once that was finished, she walked over to her bed, picked up her chainmail vest off of the ground, and put it on before walking over to the door and motioning for Allaina to follow. “We’ll be going downstairs in a moment, but first, I need to make a quick stop.” Sharee explained, leading Allaina down the hall to the door closest to the stairway. Sharee banged loudly on the door. “Kilith! Get your worthless tail out here!” She shouted, continuing to bang on the door for a few more moments before finally receiving an answer. “Ah, quiet down. I’m comin’, I’m comin’.” A muffled voice responded from in the room. After a minute or so, the door opened, revealing a maroon-scaled Argonian male, the same one who she had been gambling with the night before. He was wearing only his underwear, though the Khajiit in his bed across the room was in even less. He crossed his arms, giving Sharee a minorly annoyed glare. “What is it this time, Sharee?” “Business. I’m going to need your services for that…thing I mentioned last night. I’m doing it, and I need people. I need people with sailing experience, and who will work without anything up front. I will, however, be offering a very hefty slice of the first score, likely a trading ship. They’ll end up getting about double the normal cut for a job like that, so that should be enough to get some of them interested.” Sharee explained. Kilith leaned up against the door frame and gave a smirk. “Oh, so that was what that was about. Well, you don’t have your own ship so…ah, I see. Yeah, I think I can do that. Just so happens that I’ve had my people keep their ears open recently, and they’ve been hearing a lot of whispers around town. I got a few people in mind I can contact. I should have a list for you by the end of the day, though actually, there’s a few you might be able to meet yourself. There’s a couple of mercenary types stayin’ in this inn; they’re armed, armored, and new in town, so you shouldn’t have trouble findin’ them. Just meet me back here later tonight. If I need to talk to you before then, I’ll send Ahnasha after you.” “Hmph, I suppose that’s why I pay you.” Sharee responded, begrudgingly accepting that he was actually being helpful. “Yeah, and speaking of pay…” He said, holding out his hand. “Fine.” Sharee sighed, reaching into her bag and pulling out a coinpurse. “Here, take it you grubby rootworm. Go buy your girl some skooma or something.” Share quipped before walking away with Allaina. Kilith let out a chuckle. “Yeah, and you should buy yours some pants.” He said behind them as they started down the stairs. Sharee ignored him, instead continuing on with Allaina down to the main bar. It wasn’t very crowded this early in the morning, though that made it even easier to pick out the people she needed to talk to. Just as Kilith said, there were a few fighters in the tavern, one of which he recognized as the Breton from before. She was hesitant to approach him at first, as she didn’t quite know if he was the type of mercenary that would get involved in more illicit jobs. Regardless, the fact that he had bothered to investigate yesterday showed that he was at least brave enough to charge into danger without a second thought. Sharee decided to take a chance, walking up to his table with Allaina in tow. “Hey Breton, got a minute? There’s something I want to talk to you about.” Sharee said directly.