Klyre looks thoughtful, raises her mug to her mouth and sips. She licks her lips, sets down the mug and contemplates the fire for a moment. She turns to her companions, raises an eyebrow. "Senna?" pauses a moment in confusion. "what are these Dollars you speak of? I, in all of my travels have not heard of the like, are they some gem in the new lands to the south?"
Klyre raises a finger to her lips and lets it pause there. "Quite possibly I have spent too much time at this Inn"
Klyre glances at Hateshadow and considers this vagabond. She nods. A stray thought running through her head. (Ahh a Rogue if ever I saw one, sensible if a bit rash) "Tell me good Hateshadow, how far is your willingness to help others...How far would you walk....what dangers would you face?"
Klyre picks up her mug once more and considers her companions......
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