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."