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TheBlob · **10-16-2014, 08:36 AM**

Rhysa pulled at her sleeve as though it was now infected by the touch of another. Her hip popped to the side slightly as she folded her arms across her chest and looked at the crouching woman with a grin that seemed to enjoy the dynamic between them.

"Coin, hm? I do enjoy heavy pockets... why do you want to take this woman down, so? "

Melodia · **10-16-2014, 08:56 AM**

Melodia watched Rhysa fix her sleeve and when asked about the reason, she sighed.

"Takin' 'er down may be a bit strong.....I know me limits. Th' damn city wouldn' let me anyway. It's like everyone here thrives on the dirty side o' it. Hells even I been caught up in it."

She took a breath. "I'm jus' lookin' to....make some elbow room with 'er, if ye catch me drift. Let 'er know she can't jus' run amok like she owns th' damn place."

She pulled a small coin pouch and tossed it up lightly and caught it again. "An' any help gettin' me a way t' make tha' room would be appreciated."

TheBlob · **10-16-2014, 04:58 PM**

Rhysa scoffed, opening a hand to wait for the purse.

"Grace hardly runs this city even if she likes to act as host and governess."

Melodia · **10-20-2014, 09:52 AM**

Melodia dropped the pouch into Rhysa's hand and grinned at the woman.

"Aye...an' I intend t' keep it tha' way."

She folded her arms and smirked. "So....let's talk."

TheBlob · **10-20-2014, 10:20 AM**

Rhysa frowned at the weight of the purse and clipped it to a belt under her shirt lifting a band to cover it and keep the coins still against her skin.

"What's there to talk about. Grace is a Dame. Runs a ring called Heaven's Gate... used to captain a ship under the name Thatcher... neither of them are her true name." She grinned almost knowingly and shrugged, "I'm sure it's all the same information you've found elsewhere. You're likely to find her in the Wench. I've seen her there peddling her matchmaking services more than her ring these days."

She cocked her head to the side, "Any reason you're not up there right now? Does she frighten you? "

Melodia · **10-20-2014, 11:43 AM**

She cocked her head to the side and gritted her teeth at the woman's words. She'd heard some but not all of what was said from others and word of mouth but she'd heard other new points of interest.

But she was frustrated to hear the mention of the shift in business interests. Her lack of evidence was going to get smaller and then what would she do?

"'M no' afraid o' her. She's no more'n a slaver wearin' a pret'y face is all.Â But I need evidence 'fore I c'n jus' throw her in th' brig.....an' evidence is wha' I lack."Â

Clacking her teeth a bit she turned and considered.

"Ye say she's got some matchmakin' service?"

TheBlob · **10-20-2014, 01:56 PM**

She snorted a laugh and shook her head, "Really don't know much about the woman you've pegged for irons."

She turned to leave, "Go find her.

Melodia · **10-23-2014, 07:54 AM**

Melodia nodded. "Aye....yer information was helpful....an' maybe I do need t' jus' confront the woman head on." She grinned.

"An' stay out o' trouble....'r at least out o' me sights when ye get into it....I don' wan' t' be havin' a real tussle with ye."

She turned, ready to head up to the Wench to see what she would see.

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