Sylvaine closed her fist around the coins, flashing the dwarf her most heroic smile. "Much obliged" she said, pocketing the lordlings, "Your friend will be back in no time, don't you worry." Raising the glass to the dwarf one last time, as if to toast their accord, she turned around and started moving to where Cillian was sitting. Only, he wasn't there anymore. Sylvaine frowned and looked about the tavern, spotting her companion in the company of the interesting trio. She smiled at how typically Cillian it was of him to feel drawn towards them, dreamer that he was. 

She didn't want to ruin his introduction, however, so Sylvaine chose to sit down at their old table and wait for a bit. Once he'd rooted himself in their company, she could slide over and perhaps get something out of it as well. For now, she felt content just counting the money she'd took of the dwarf. It was almost too easy, sometimes, being insincere, but then again people often helped her more than they realized. Most people would rather believe a happy lie than a sad truth, however nonsensical. Some practically begged of her to lie to them, to tell them what they wanted to hear, and were more than willing to pay for the privilege. Who was she to deny them? And she'd had such a good teacher, too. She'd seen her father defeat far more enemies with the sharpness of his wits and the point of his tounge than with any edged steel. 'Swords are for rattling' he'd always told her, 'Not for drawing.'

Sylvaine glanced towards where Cillian was sitting, wondering about how much of her so-called deal with the dwarf she should tell him. "Not much" was the most reasonable answer, at least until they were far away enough from the dwarf in question for him to do something stupid, like telling him their names or somesuch. Then again, the thought of lying to him somehow didn't sit right with her. She groaned in disgust as she realized that she was perhaps starting to [i]like[/i] the man. That she would have to remedy. Nothing good ever came out of camaradiery.