"To be blunt, I have an offer for you." Sharee said as she took a seat at his table, not particularly caring that he hadn't offered. She generally had a knack for sizing up other people, and this Breton was...a decent bet. He certainly looked to be a fighter, especially since he carried a weapon with him at all times. Inside cities at least, mercenaries and soldiers were usually the only ones who carried around their weapons at all times, and since he didn't have a uniform, she made an educated guess on which one he was. His personality was the biggest unknown at the moment, so she was taking a bit of a risk with this offer. 

"You see, it's pretty easy to tell you are a fighter of some sort. You're always armed, and yesterday you and your friend charged in [i]towards[/i] danger when you heard a strange sound in the forest. Now before I say anything else, I want to know if I'm right. Are you a mercenary, and are you for hire? Because I got something in mind that could make us all rich." Sharee asked, wanting to get straight to the point.