Pausing for a moment, Dalanesca placed the top end of the quill in her mouth in contemplation. The idea she had been looking her, and she pulled the quill out and dipped into the inkwell, jotting a few more words down on the page. After a moment, she was pulled out of her train of thought, looking up with surprised eyes towards Galin as he sat down at the table with her. She laid her quill down on the table. ”No, not dead, just feel like it for a bit each time I wake up,” she said, shrugging her shoulders slightly and leaning back in her seat, stretching her arms out. She was unsure how long she had been sitting at the table for, and attempted to look out one of the windows to get a grasp on what time of day it was. Unfortunately she was met with the same gray, dreary color that had been present when she had entered the tavern. Turning her attention back to Galin, she offered him a smile in return.
”Kill someone? I think we both know that’s not really in the cards for me any longer,” she said, with a bit of a laugh, though when he quipped about her failure at fulfilling the contract that she had taken on him, a flush rose to her cheeks in mild embarrassment. She did not necessarily feel shame at the fact that she had failed at killing him, but more to the memory that the idea roused in her mind. It was something she tried to avoid remembering, as she knew that it had been a drunken mistake that likely would not have taken place otherwise.
Knowing full well that the scarlet hue of her cheeks would contrast strongly with the pale tone of her skin, she continued to converse with him in an attempt to change the subject to other things. ”It’s… well, it’s a business plan, more or less,” she said, noticing that he had been trying to catch a glimpse of her notes. With a smirk, she shut the cover of the journal, and looked at him, a smug grin on her face. She’d let him see it, but not yet - she had to think about how to phrase the explanation to Galin.
She blinked at him when he smiled, thanking her for not killing him. She was unsure, at first, on how to react. Her hesitation was clear in her demeanor, but she brushed it off quickly. ”Hey, we’re even now, right? I saved your life, you saved mine?” She reached out and grabbed her mead, taking a long draw from the mug and setting it back down. ”Well, maybe not even… I don’t think you were trying to kill me, originally,” she said, offering him a smile as well as a laugh. She furrowed her brow at his final comment. ”After all I went through to keep you alive, you need to stay that way,” she added.
After a moment of silence, she tossed the journal towards him. ”I’ve got a plan,” she said, deciding that she was fine with sharing the information with him. She slid her chair a little closer to him, not in an attempt to physically be closer to him but more so she could lower the volume of her voice. The tavern was not overly populated, but the lack of people also created less of a barrier to anyone attempting to eavesdrop. She hadn’t seen anyone that gave her suspicion, but better safe than sorry.
”I’ve got a plan,” she said, the tone of her voice low. ”I’ve got all these skills I’ve acquired in my… profession,” she began. ”And there are a lot of women looking for coin these days,” she added, well aware that her words may have come off as slightly cryptic. ”I’ve got a fair amount of coin built up,” she said. ”I’d need to purchase property, a larger house with several floors would be ideal.” The notes in the journal would have probably been enough to get her point across, but she put the gist of the plan into words. ”Wouldn’t a brothel be the perfect place to extort information from the privileged, wealthy men… or women… of the city?”
The notes in the journal indicated that she was looking for property and start up ‘employees,’ so to speak. She would run the establishment as a legitimate brothel, but add in extortion and the like on the side. Protection would also be an issue, and that was the main reason that she felt comfortable sharing the information with Galin - that, and he was one of the few people that she felt she could trust at the current time. Maybe he would be able to direct her in the right direction… or maybe he would be interested in assisting himself. Either way, she figured there was no loss in telling him.
She drained the last bit of her mead as he looked over the journal, one of the barmaids stopping over to see if she required a refill. ”Please,” she said, and nudged Galin with her foot under the table. ”Drink?” she offered. After all, he was taking the time to go over her plan, the least she could do was offer him a drink.