Good Morning.

Laurel comes down a little after the others. Yawning and stretching pleasantly for any of the male patrons. It was hard work gathering intelligence and someone needed to do that. She was proud of herself, she had not stolen either of the men's coin purses nor had she started any bar fights. This was better than a normal night of working back home.
Red heads are soulless beings.

"I wish you weren't leaving us," she said as she laid down the book she had been reading. She would go where the group wanted.