[center][h1][color=lightblue]Cilia Cosgair[/color][/h1]

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Cilia watched Snow tie the snares, she just about had her nose in the knots watching. She would ask him to teach her when they had time. Maybe in the morning she would ask him. 

Fergus brought up the discussion about where to stay the night and were to eat. Cilia's tension went up a little, she was fine with either place. She would inquire where ever it was if she could earn her meal and lodging. If the staff got to keep tips, she and Axley may be able to earn enough to buy a little bit of supplies for the group.  She had waited tables, scrubbed pots, and did other tasks for food before. She hoped that the rest of them would help protect her back in case someone wanted to get more personal. She had learned that being a redhead meant that blending into the crowd was a little harder. That also meant that she got a far share of extra inappropriate male attention. But inappropriate behavior could be directed into coins in ones purse if strung along.  

With a deep sigh, Cilia took off her cloak and handed it to Fergus. She started to cast her magical spell. Reaching up her blouse untied a hidden knot and then unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse. She gave a little bounce to make sure everything was free and moving correctly. Then she unbraided her red hair so it was long and full. Finally pinched her cheeks slightly to get a little color in them. Her mother would have been proud of her. Tomboy to woman in a few easy steps. She spoke to Axley, "Men always want to do this the hard way." She bounced again watching their eyes then nodded to the men of her group. Life on the street had made it so she did not really caring if they watched her show or not. Though she really did want them to notice that she was a woman. She then walked into [i]The Squeaky Wheel[/i] like she owned the place making sure that her hips moved and the other parts of her bounced and swayed enough to draw the eye. She had paid attention to the lessons that her mother and the other working girls taught her about men and what they liked. To the barkeep she went, speaking the sea slang from her childhood and leaning forward to let him look down her shirt a little. Not enough to say I'm easy. 

She inquired if someone passing through might work for a meal and a night sleep in the common room for herself and a couple friends. "A redhead waitress and a traveling bard could make for a profitable night for you," she suggested in a very seductive way. He would need to negotiate that fee with Axley. 

She knew that waiting tables meant that she could hear the gossip and learn the lay of the land. This would let the men of the group would draw a different sort of attention. Being from noble houses, they already had two things to worry about cut purses and leaches. Seaports have some shady people looking for easy money.     

As she was at the bar she thought about the fact that she might even spend the night with someone if it got the party what it needed. Horses and supplies, but that was not what she really wanted. She would leave that door to open till later and hopefully the men in the party would make sure it was closed. She did not think that any of the men in the group would let her whore herself out for their benifit.