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A girl danced upon a table, her bare feet deftly stepping between the half quaffed ales and flatware.  She twisted and undulated, her long ebony tresses flowing down around her slender shoulders while her anklets, bracelets and coins sewn into her dress chimed softly to her movements.  She was covered in jewelry.  Copper and bronze mainly, housing mere semi precious stones.  They were tools of the trade, catching the light and drawing attention. Each, alone, was worth little but in total would likely be a week's salary for a common labourer.  

She had arrived earlier that day to the small town atop a vardo wagon and had set up shop selling odd trinkets and potions with dubious magical powers purportedly bringing luck, fertility or one of a dozen other nebulous benefits or forfending horrible outcomes.  Many debated the accuracy of any of her statements but it did not stay the crowed of lusting men from browsing her wares.

Now, she had closed her wagon and come into the Shit Faced Tavern and had begun to dance.  Already she had made a fair bit of coin.  Many eyes had switched to the mammoth of a barbarian that had just entered and she found herself momentarily jealous and she found herself undulating her hips, shaking them rapidly to catch the firelight on her bangles and steal the attention back to herself.  Still, it didn't prevent her from eavesdropping.  It was difficult over the rowdy crowd.  He said something about seeking someone out and being a mercenary.  It sounded, from what she could gather, that this barbarian was some sort of bounty hunter.