Ferezanthe entered the inn, catching on to the last words the Merchant spoke.
"But I need to get the supplies thru, won't anyone come? I'll pay three hundred gold."
"That's a hefty sum for none of you's to be replying." She spoke generally, before moving over to the man.
"But if none of them will aid you, I shall. I would be a discredit to the Boys if I allowed such a business opportunity to go to waste." She pulled him along towards an empty table.
"Sit yourself down, I'll need to get ourselves a couple of ales first before you will tell me all about this particular job of yours." Ferezanthe said gesturing for him to sit before heading over to the barkeep.
"Darling, I would like a couple of regulars. You know I am good for it." She said with her usual cheeky smile.
The barkeep snorted.
"Didn't we always pay the tab at the end? Including expenses for broken doors and furniture?" She calmly jogged his memory. 
"And if I do end up missing, well you know my father is good for it."
As she received her ales, she flashed him a smile before heading back to the table.
"Here Mister," She said shoving the drink towards him, before taking a swig herself as she sat herself down.
"What, where, When, How and Why?" She rattled off the top of her head as she looked at him with calculating eyes.