Mari had always made friends easily, but even she hadn't expected her first encounters in the Blackwood to be so pleasant. Of course, she was swiftly reminded that she was an outsider to these parts when the dwarf, Orek as Ithaca named him, spoke to Kane in a tongue unfamiliar to her, and lured him away from the table. The adventurers already here had established connections, which she'd likely need to do as well if she wanted to get anywhere.

For the moment, she was alone at the table with Ithaca, and she finished another long drink of her ale as she watched the Drogator leave, feeling the warmth of it seep through her. "I'm not sure," she answered. "I'll be coming and going at the very least, hopefully starting tomorrow. The Daughters are sellswords, after all, and I might as well look for work while I look for a lead." There had to be no shortage of it in a place like this, where there seemed to be an endless supply of danger.

She'd need the coin, too, if she wanted to keep a roof over her head while she searched. And it'd be good experience for her, as Mari had accomplished very little on her own, which was no surprise given how young she was. Asherah had given her excellent training, but training could only take her so far.

She ran a hand through auburn hair, enjoying the atmosphere of the barroom. "Actually... I don't suppose you've heard of anything I could help with? Or know who I should ask? I'm not picky." She was no knight in shining plate, certainly, and would take just about any honest work if I meant she could get out and do some exploring the next day.