[h2]Quille[/h2]

"Mmhmm," was Quille's quiet reply, tilting her head slightly to watch the short girl (was she a child? Children could do junior jobs, right?) talk to a Hundi and resume… demanding people let her past. Loudly. Maybe if she went over there and picked her up, it would help [i]and[/i] she might get enough gratitude to have the girl explain…

Ah, but if she was a child, she might miss things. The procedures were probably slightly different for picking up small jobs versus something with actual danger to it, or more complicated goals. Best to leave her alone, then.

"Quille," the elf responded, paying [i]enough[/i] mind to the conversation to respond to a name – if not in any detail (and she'd definitely get in trouble for forgetting later – but not to add any detail. Or, by appearances, do anything about the tail around her ankle. Although the stifled twitch of the foot in question, the way one of her hands stretched for a knife… she'd [i]noticed[/i], just discounted it as a problem. Or didn't want to basically tread on someone's toes.

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