[color=7bcdc8]"For sure"[/color] the tiefling answers, her best smile in place. Bartenders were one of the best friends to keep around in any town, always talking to people, being with others, and handling the most important stuff for men: the drinks. Not a bad ally to have. But now was not the moment to focus on that, a more important task at hand. The look that man gave her was one to try and understand what she could do, weighting her in, exploring her. Well, let the man see what he needed. As long as they received the money, Kealsha didn't care that much about the method.

A jerk of his head indicated Kealsha where to go, and she stood up, taking care of getting her drink, and moved to the booth the man signaled. [color=7bcdc8]"Makes sense, though I don't know which kind of task would need this kind of secrecy"[/color] Kealsha answered, sitting on the booth and leaning back, taking just another sip before setting her glass on the table. She looked outside for a second, searching for Roxy, not really wanting to start all of this negotiating without the rest of the party. But she still could try to fish some more information. 

[color=7bcdc8]"While the others get here..."[/color] she started, leaning a little on the table. [color=7bcdc8]"Let's be honest. This is not exactly the mission that you are talking about, right? Any other team or authority could do that rescue, any other party, no need for the intel to travel as far as to get to us. What is the catch?"[/color]