[u][h3][center]Ana of Auroris[/center][/h3][/u]
Ana hopped off the stool and brushed her gloved hands against her pants. "Talk amongst yourselves," she said as she carefully placed the scroll back in her satchel. "Or don't. Do whatever you like." The bad whiskey had settled warm and heavy in her stomach; it was making her a bit drowsy.

"If you decide to join me, I'll be outside at dawn tomorrow. It would do no good to leave so late in the day. Besides -" She looked between the gathered individuals, each so different from each other. As good as that was, it could come with its own set of challenges. "- you all seem like you need some time to discuss."

With a snap of her fingers, she pulled a handful of contracts from the pocket she had created. The snap, however, was just for show. The whiskey was apparently making her showy. "In the end, if your answer is 'yes' . . ." She set the contracts on the counter. "Nothing much. Just the basics of our arrangement. You will promise not to touch the scrolls in exchange for a cut of the treasure, among other things. Feel free to look it over." With that, she turned back to her room. She had a feeling she would sleep rather well tonight.