Silk smiled wryly as the nobleman from earlier sat next to her and more or less hit the nail right on the metaphorical head. Or at least that was what she assumed he was getting at in a roundabout way. The fact that he approached her rather than the guards gave her a mind to listen rather than simply walk away and disappear into the crowds. She shrugged half-heartedly before taking a slip of the foul smelling concoction that the barkeep placed before her. She recoiled a little from the kick but immediately took another, larger mouthful of the beverage. [colour=gold][b]“I suppose that I might be. That depends on what you mean by ‘professional’,”[/b][/colour] Silk replied in an equally indirect manner. She swirled the liquid around in its glass.

[b][colour=gold]“Don’t worry I didn’t do anything to her if that’s what you’re getting at. Lords knows I thought about it once or twice. Idealistic little brat,”[/colour][/b] she said cheerfully enough despite her words, thinking back to what Isabelle had said about the conman who had been arrested earlier. Silk took another slip and laughed cheerfully to herself before turning toward Matthew. [b][colour=gold]“So what brings a man of your refined taste to this neck of the woods? If you don’t mind me asking, since we’re being all open and everything. I can’t imagine it was the festival alone,”[/colour][/b] she asked conversationally as she began to casually count the gold that she had made today on the countertop.