"Forgetting - " Oh. Right. The Marquis, who's still up on that staircase, likely to have his purse cut as he lies there drunkenly. Just his purse, if she's lucky - more than that if she's not. She rubs her face, then fishes her crystal out of her pocket.
Who'd be up at this hour? Who could she call on? Lakshmi, maybe. Flint or Vane might be out in Kirkwall, and they could certainly be of assistance - Or Gwen might help in a pinch. Nikos, too. All right, she's got options; it's just a matter of figuring out who's able to actually help out.
"When the barmaid comes round, get me a hot chocolate, please," she says to him. And then, with a look of firm severity - "Do not order more ale for yourself. I'd prefer not to have to continue to deal with you when you're pissed." Then she takes the seat on the bench, and bends over the crystal, murmuring into it to try to arrange a pick-up for an obnoxious nobleman.
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Who'd be up at this hour? Who could she call on? Lakshmi, maybe. Flint or Vane might be out in Kirkwall, and they could certainly be of assistance - Or Gwen might help in a pinch. Nikos, too. All right, she's got options; it's just a matter of figuring out who's able to actually help out.
"When the barmaid comes round, get me a hot chocolate, please," she says to him. And then, with a look of firm severity - "Do not order more ale for yourself. I'd prefer not to have to continue to deal with you when you're pissed." Then she takes the seat on the bench, and bends over the crystal, murmuring into it to try to arrange a pick-up for an obnoxious nobleman.