The song always had some sort of sentimental value to Maira, apart from being the local drunk's classic favourite, it reminds her of the repo job days she used to do for the guild. When some arrogant idiot decides not to pay his due, also bringing a few friends along for added swank, a smash of glass would be overheard out of the blue over the song, initiating a dance of a lifetime. Despite a couple of cuts here and there Maira always gets her job done, no more no less. Her skills plus her natural orcish thick-skin saved her more than a couple of times to certain death.

"Wonderful!" she applauded, this time standing from her seat "Simply wonderful. I very much enjoyed it, thank you." Maira smiles, "And really, you can drop the 'miss'. Being called by honourifics only makes nervous." she rubs the back of her neck "Call me Maira." the orc woman extended an arm cooly, a warm smile drawn to her lips. 

A man in working garbs came in the in , his eyes searching for someone, particularly the orc . When Maira turned around, the man, whom she bribed for that day in exchange for information regarding the dragonborn, and the group who was supposedly in search of him. The worker made a signal, which Maira responded with a calm nod. "Well then, here I go again. Off to make new friends."