Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20161229035854

After the coins are dropped on the table and the drinks paid for, Cyndwella waits until the group is looking the other way. She then comes from around the corner and follows the waitress to the other side of the bar, until she's sure she won't be overheard. She takes a seat at a barstool and motions for the waitress to come over.

"Hey, kid. Do me a favor." She palms some silver on the counter. "Trade me for those Order pieces those guys over there just used. And tell me something," she leans in, "Hehehe...you got any idea where those slobs bunk at night?  Heh.  I might have a tip for you if you can help me out.  Heh."