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[H3]Nora[/H3]
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Stepping into the room in the wake of Percy's hasty exit, Nora gestured for Skarsat to have a seat at one of the empty chairs surrounding the table. Her man, as it was. He did look the part at the very least. She hoped he could fight as well as he could scowl. She thought it likely he could hold his own. At least when it came to drunkards in the tavern.

She heard Neh’miah mentioning her name and felt a tingle of pleasure at his description. To be feared was good and to be respected for her violence was even better. Neh’miah was a talented guttersnipe. Amusing even. But he was too loud for her taste. He was too foolish. And he was too full of bravado and ale.

"Your mouth will be the end of you sooner than I will," Nora said as she moved to stand next to Vargas. The corner of her mouth turned into a shallow smile as she eyed the boastful thief. She could almost forgive him his many vices, almost. Neh’miah had a gift for thievery, but talent did not excuse sloppiness. And profit did not reduce risk. A wanted man was a wanted man, even if he was a good runner.

Nora leaned in close, speaking in a whisper as she handed him the coin purse she had so recently liberated, "Merchant Aman sends his regards, Lord Vargas. I have taken steps to ensure that he pays his debt with interest."

"We are here as you asked, Lord Vargas, what would you have us do?" Nora asked as she turned her attention to the others. They were a sorry lot, a band of misfits that meshed perfectly with the current setting.

The sailor, the stranger, had the look of a pirate and Nora did not miss the blade that rested on his hip. He carried it well and did not seem a stranger to violence. Y'Vanna was known to her. The woman was a regular and a regular nuisance. Still, when she was sober, she could get the job done, and as long as Lord Vargas tolerated Y'Vanna's [i]unfortunate[/i] drinking habits, then Nora would do the same.

Nora recognized the smiling courtesan. She had seen her often enough. The woman had all the marks of one of Fontaine's girls. What purpose she had in the Faded Lantern was unclear to Nora, although she was sure that it had something to do with Vargas. Nora doubted Fontaine would have approved, the brothel madam had ever been a jealous protector of her merchandise, but Nora had no intention of asking her. The path to Fontaine could only be followed with much bloodshed and Lord Vargas was not overly fond of unnecessary conflict.