[color=orange]“We also had the whole ground where I could easily slide away,”[/color] Kriv mumbled, his scales seemed to get redder in his copperish scales. His muzzle bit his lower lip, his conscious feeling wary of this situation and naturally edged into more primal thoughts. He shook it away when he heard Jen shift from her seat. Her chair made a muffled sound as she pulledfrom her seat before heading through the crowd. Her worn cloak drifted off her shoulder revealing her better shaped clothes, looking elegant with her smooth motions, until she reached the bar. She hunched over to speak with the dwarfish woman. 

He eyed, from his position, their conversation. At first, the rapid exchange of unheard words looked tense and he feared Jen’s charisma wasn’t enough causing him to edge toward the end of his seat. He slacked from his instinct when Jen and the woman nodded, the prior skirting back to the table shortly. Slowly, he shifted back into his seat. At her words, Kriv frowned. He long ago stopped being surprised at her abrupt mood swings, in his view point, and merely focused on this job. [color=orange] “Alright, what is this job?”[/color]