What a lovely name for a woman with suspicious but kind eyes and strong hands. Marshal. Not just part of the law but in charge of it. That alone made either a powerful ally or a terrible enemy, adding in the woman's unique approach and perspective to things...
Briar would definitely rather have her an ally, even though that was a dangerous dance, even with the mask she was currently wearing. Even if she never planned on slipping. Briar gently let go of Sabine's arm as they approached the front door of the Inn and leaned up on her tip toes to kiss the other woman's cheek with a grin.
"A pleasure, Miss Darrow." With all the false primness she could muster, which was quite a bit considering, "I suppose you'll have to call on me properly to find out." She teased, stepping backwards towards the door, "Perhaps for coffee next time?" Her voice was innocent sounding but there was too much mischief in her eyes for it to ring true.