"We both have things we"re good at," Mirella says without malice. "If you were sneaky silently past guards, you would find me a detriment, I'm sure. It's hard to work my social skills, say masquerading as a well-to-do lady, when I'm travelling with improbable companions. I'm sure you understand."

Mirella beckons over Colt as well, "Time for you boys to earn your pay," she says. "The merchant I just talked to is up to something; I'm certain of it. No merchant drives away customers or risks a damaging reputation without a REALLY good reason. He was concealing what might have been gems or other stones when I walked in. No reason to do that if you're in the pawning business. He's with another woman I suspect is up to something with him. You guys need to shadow him and the woman, as I've been made and will draw suspicion."

Norston nods and takes a few steps backwards towards the letter, making as if he was tightening his bootstraps. His hands snapped up the dropped letter and slid it up his sleeve. Standing up and moving back towards the others he said, "Sounds like my part, hands on coercion," He used his chin to point to the building. "But we don't want to be suspected. No guests, and don't give people reason to think we're casing the place,"

Mirella nods, "Perhaps no need for coercion yet. Intercepting either of them tips our hand prematurely, I think. One of you to follow the woman with the scar, and one of you to watch the pawn shop...just to watch and gather more information. The second they know we're involved, the more preparations they can make to deter or impede us."

Mirella moves away from her colleagues in case either mark concludes their business quickly. No need to attach her presence to theirs. "I'll check out other businesses. Jack did mention a plurality of businesses."

Norston picks up the letter and slips it into his sleeve without being noticed by anyone.

Before she leaves, Mirella gestures back at the pawn shop she emerged from, "Oh, and you can't miss her. She's the only woman in the place...Elven...facial scar. As for the shopkeeper, Wilbanks, well, he's a half-elf bloke...also the only male in there, so yeah..."

She'll let Norston find her, she thinks, after he has the privacy to read the note he deftly picked up. Mirella picks a shop diagonally across from the pawn shop next. Something that will enable her to help if things suddenly get crazy, but not place her in the line of sight of Mr. Wilbanks should he emerge and lock up.

As you walk in a woman wearing a blueish grey robe greets you saying "Welcome to Madam Chang's, you here for a good time or for work?"

"I'll follow. Just give me a moment. Colt watch the place and tell me if a woman of her description walks by," Norston wandered into an alley for a place to sit down and read.

When he finds a spot that suits his needs he stops and reads the letter absorbing its"By my shorn beard... I'm sure this can lead to something," After checking the tightness of his belt he started on his way back to Colt.

Mirella opts for the lie, "I'm an agent on behalf of a buyer, but on a larger scale...say, your establishment? You may have been approached before...I'm here with a better offer."

Madam Chang smiles and says "What the offer? And then I tell you if it better or not."

Need to get to my part... And see if that girl knows something wrong when she spots it.

Norston returned to the front of Mr. Wilbanks' establishment waiting to follow the elven woman of Mirella's description. If this was going to work he needed to blend in with the crowd and hopefully not stand out in this woman's mind.

Mirella smiles, "Well, it would be hard to top it without knowing the exact specifics, but I am authorized to present 10% more than the last offer. I assume my predecessor was professional like myself, and didn't take a coarser approach." Mirella scowls as if the thought itself was repellant.

Madam Chang grins and speaks "Give me coin now and we have deal,if no coin then get out."

Place seems to have a lot of activity around it. Norston said rubbing at his jaw again. He tried to keep a steady pace following and moving towards her without getting to close. A mirror might come in handy though... As he followed along he kept his eyes open for such merchants.

Mirella scowls. Was everyone in this district so abrupt? "I can't give you the coin until I know how much I'm outbidding by. And if this is how you do business, how do I know this place hasn't already been bought?"

She drops the act of speaking oddly and says "20,000 Gold,and my business does just fine with costumers who are here for a good time, if that's not why you here and you don't have the money then you can get your ass out the door. I don't take kindly to folks who are here just to waste my time."


The door opens and a man walks in and Madam Chang turns to him and says "You here for good time or to give good time?"

The man responds by handing over a few coins to Chang who responds "Third door on left,knock once" She points down the hallway.

While far from pious, Norston had to wonder if one of the so called gods would mess with his life from time to time, like having his current assignment leading him past a food or drink establishment. And he had had his fill of both before winding up here. Well, he could maybe go for a few more drinks, but was he even dressed for such a place?

He loitered for a few minutes trying to see, one, if any junk peddlers were in the area, and what what kind of clothes were worn by those coming and going from Kismet Cantina.