[h3][b][i][color=b3c0ef][center]Persephone[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=b3c0ef]Location:[/color][/b] Crossed Swords Inn and Tavern
[b][color=b3c0ef]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Lucan, Cremwise[/center]

Persephone listened to Lucan's estimation of the man in question, the one with the large hat, and she nodded slightly. [color=b3c0ef]"He does have the appearance that he's done fairly well for himself, doesn't he?"[/color] The comparison immediately came up in her mind with marks she used to pick out for herself as a child and a young teen, back in the city. Well-fed men who felt the need to flaunt their status on the streets with finery. She didn't necessarily still lump men like him in the same category now that she was older, but as a child Seph most certainly would've wanted to follow this one, and reach her little hands where he kept his undoubtedly heavy coin pouch. 

[color=b3c0ef]"I don't know about you, but I'm interested."[/color] Being the naturally curious sort, Seph found a number of the tavern's patrons to be of interest, in the way that she had found Lucan interesting. Skilled-looking sorts on the fringes of war, each for their own reasons. For everyone had to have a reason to stay, did they not? If they lived here they were either defending their homes or otherwise unable to leave, but the visitors all had options, and made the [i]choice[/i] to come here.

Smirking slightly, Persephone sat up a little straighter, and whistled loud enough for the sound to carry. She signaled with a brief wave when she had a chance to catch the man's eye. [color=b3c0ef]"Excuse me? Yes, you there. Mind breaking a few words with us?"[/color] She hoped Lucan didn't mind, too. [color=b3c0ef]"Can we help you with something?"[/color]