Amalie Drache — Today at 11:52 PM
The expressions of the three men relaxed as the female approached. She looked just like she did in the picture so they positively identified her.
"Miss Sai Urvel?" the leader Ethan reached back and yanks a chair from a man that was about to sit down in it.
He swiveled that chair around for her. "DO have a seat"
The man that was about to sit down fell right on his arse slopping his ale all over himself. Those other patrons that had once had their eyeballs glued to Sai turned their attention over, busting out into a fit of laughter. Ethan grinned and pushed the chair Sai's way.
"Well, welcome. So I understand we are to take you to Wayton yeah? The letter we received says that we'd be paid half now and half when we get there...so...." he said letting it linger. He wanted to see coinage.
@Sai Urvel
Sai finally reaches the table and looks around at each and every one of them with a warm smile. She turned her attention to one of the men. And is a little taken aback, when the guy rudely took someone's chair to give to her. But she does not show any reaction as she was taught to never embarrass the organization with personal opinions. Instead, she keeps a warm expression on her face and sits down on the chair, and scooches it up a bit quietly.
" Thank you." She said with a soft but clear tone in her voice. " Yes I am Miss Sai Urvel, It is quite a pleasure to meet you all." She said as she scanned around the table at them each. " And yes I believe you are meant to take me to Wayton, Sir." She nods and leans down and lifts up her dress a bit, revealing a bit of her smooth, glistening, Ivory legs. She stares up a bit and catches them all looking down at her legs but chooses to ignore it. She lifts up the left side of the skirt of the dress a bit higher, exposing her thigh with a black leather garter wrapped around it. And nestled into the side of her garter was a hanging brown sack bag sagging down on the side of her thigh. She looks up at them all before yanking it out of her garter and leaning back up into her chair.
" I believe this coinage is your first cut. The next will be given to you after my" She emphasizes "Safe... arrival. "
She pats her skirt down and places the bag in the center of the table. " Shall we be going?" She asked in a warm and respectful tone.