Now that there's no more need to play the stoic guard, and boss Sparky introduced them, Yvonne got a chance to quip in. She curiously stared at the [i]surveyor's [/i]head, trying to find a hint of the illusionary ears. It was definitely still there, based on how the elf ruffled it earlier, but there's no sign at all. neat.

[b][color=#a4161a]"She's got a point there, foxy. People who made the habit gambling tend to collect other unsavory habit, like knifing someone they thought cheatin'."[/color][/b] Though as a technically-not-legal informant, he probably knew that. And/or was confident on disentangling from such situation. Honestly, being able to change one's look would've helped immensely in that regard. Cant build infamy if you're wearing different face every con. [b][color=#a4161a]"Anyway. Yvonne, at your service. Just your run on the mill sellsword, aye?"[/color][/b]