Re: Planning for the future.
Princess Lyndie Campbell crept out from one of the back booths in Kiernan's digs. Her company, a greasy little Asgardian, slunk from the rear of the restaurant and quickly found the exit. "Yeah, don't let the door hit you..." Lyndie grumbled under her breath, unimpressed with her contact's connections. Wasn't easy for a fortune hunter to make a fortune when nobody here cared about money. She needed some off-world clients, or a way into that vault under the palace... though, she'd probably do better not to steal from the king and queen, the latter being a close personal friend.
Lyndie had clocked the newcomer, because Kiernan didn't get many customers - kidding! Actually, because he particularly oozed important from his skin. That, and Harp recognized the dark haired man from Eva's wedding. She considered the stool beside the man, until she spied a mysterious and lovely woman at the opposite side of the counter. Besides the empty plate of Midguardian food and a hollow mug of beer, she noticed a shiny bit of Asgardian armor under her outer clothes. Lyndie approached her and found the stool next to her. "Hello," Harp greeted her with a rather wide smile and her trademark glimmer in her eye. "Still thirsty?" she asked and gestured toward the Irishman, "Another round, Kier." She smirked at her quesadilla chef.