GILLIAN & CIAN -- OUTSIDE THE CLINIC: 5:00PM.
"Just have to adjust your... operating procedures," he agreed. "Business doesn't stop for antsy. Though in your case," he added, "I'd guess it flourishes. Unrest has to be good for something." And he could only assume she was making bank right now.
The right people could find profit in just about any situation.
He reached out his hand as if to shake, said, "Goodwin, right? Wilde. Don't see you much around these parts." Most of this district's residents couldn't afford her, if rumors could be believed. He could, though. Valuable connections, he thought again. He was making a whole lot of them lately. Hedging, in case the guildmaster or the Dragons or the princess in a fit or fuck all knew who else tried to have him removed from the game. Just because he didn't need a merc now didn't mean he never would.