((Not a request for quest completion))
Another human woman, standing relaxed with crossbow on shoulder, listens intently to request and job listings being read to her. She snorts when Neema's is relayed, but considers only a moment before gesturing to move to the next.
She explains with a touch of impatience when asked, "'Small advance'. 'em prayin' sorts is stingy, like, 'n if 'em bleedin' gods cain't handle deaders for they priests, I ain't doin' it for 'em. Magickers goin' in mumblin's jus' gonna come back out the stones, 'n that ain't hardly good for business, like."
Charlie squints at sign mouthing the words written there before putting quill to the paper.
"I ken help ya with the locks an I might know a priestess who ken kick deader arse. Meet me in Center. Charlie."