[farrenlock]

Devian peered up at Sel with a slight amusement glistening her eyes. "You shout my name across the tavern so carelessly. What is it that you want?" she asked coldly. Her hypnotic eyes traced Sel through every inch of his figure. "You wish to find your friend...that's all?" Devian murmured with disappointment. She found tracking a particular individual boring as can be. "Depends on what I get in return," Devian stated. "Well, what have you to offer em?" Her expression read cocky, her posture was that of a feline or possibly even a succubi. The thugs that were around, some staring, were all clients. Not only did she trade with the giants and orcs, she traded with people all around the world.