[center][h3] Kriltra Deerstawker[/h3][/center]

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Kriltra nodded to the export agreement. She also understood that he was not a thief. She was disappointed that he wouldn’t try, she did not think he would. She thought about taking him hostage and making a trade. But the lunch crowd was heavy enough to make doing a grab seem more than stupid. She shook her head and drank her beer. 

As she drank, she thought about her options. He had almost no reaction when she put on a show before for him. So seduction was out. She didn't think crying would work, as he really didn't seem to care about a girls emotions. Bribery didn't work, so that left only blackmail. She leaned forward towards the engineer and whispered, “You don’t need to steal the bowl, you could ask for it. I just want to make sure that my husband doesn't die.” 

She paused then continued, “Or I will go to the Captain and tell him you paid my husband to assassinate the scribe.” She smiled an evil smile, “The choice is yours. Dwarves hate ‘goblins' right?” 

The engineer did not have to look real hard to see people pointing and whispering about them. In the court of public opinion, Bork would be considered in league with them if nothing else.

If the engineer cared to think about it, he would realize there is more going on with this. First she was going to try to influence the scribe to save her husband. Second, as most drug dealers tend to be secretive about their operations, they almost flaunt the wealth that comes from the operation. Third, if he questioned her a bit, he would learn that neither she or her husband know much about herbs. It would become clear that neither of them are the brains of the operations.   
  
This was not normal behavior of Tabaxi as they tend to be a happy go lucky people that is more curious and interested in learning, collecting, or discovering than selling drugs or blackmail. 

Through the window, one of the Pigeon Spit city guards, a young man peaked through the window and waved to get the engineers attention.