"It's eight of them, I've seen them all the time. Two orcs, twins, a dwarf, and a halfling. I don't know them, but I do know the others. Their 'boss' is a lout named Patrick, though he goes by Patches. Then there's Dimos, that spoiled bastard's family owns a foreign goods store over at the Ingot District. Then there's Tark and Buick, they're not twins but they may as well be considering how dumb and inseparable they are." At your offer to give her martial arts lessons, she just shook her head. "Thanks, but I really can take care of myself. Despite my family's insistence to be more ladylike, which I am, I also know how to use our own products." She reached behind the counter to reveal a well made looking shortbow. It was not only very ornate with bronze accents, but it looked rather complex, with a system of pulleys and such. "Had those thugs come to the shop while I was there, I can promise you there would not be any survivors."