Robb s'est moqué de l'accusation du père Jones. Eh bien... c'était vrai, mais quand même une accusation. "Alekzander n'est pas le seul à avoir des doigts rapides." Robb a dit qu'il avait remis la canne au père Jones. Sachant parfaitement qu'Alekzander avait gagné le jeu de cartes, Robb a poussé son argent vers l'avant. "Tu gagnes comme d'habitude." Robb se leva et étendit le dos. Passant au comptoir du bar, il a pris une bouteille de vin rouge ouvert. Robb a pris une perruque rapide et a fait un clin d'œil à la bonne du bar.
"Maintenant que j'ai moins de 50 ans à partir de, je pense que je vais aller marcher et le récupérer." Dit Robb. "Quelqu'un veut se joindre à moi?" Robb a regardé autour de la pièce pour n'importe quel preneur. Même le vol n'était pas aussi amusant sans quelqu'un pour le faire. "Jarrett? Shae? C'est quoi, ça? Quelqu'un?" Robb a demandé à regarder ses compagnons voleurs. "Qui sait à quel point ça va être amusant?"
Name: Sarina Mashir
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Appearance/Description(Anime pictures or not, all are accepted):

She is of average height, at about 5'6 and has very wide hips, a slim waist, small chest, a long neck, and slender shoulders.
Personality: Despite her lavish upbringing, Sarina is very level-headed and some might even say, shrewd. Her upper-class education provided her with an expansive knowledge of anatomy, politics, and artistry among other things, but these are the subjects she is most fond of. Sarina is an expert at using words to get her way, and enjoys verbal sparring much more than she enjoys real sparring. Having very little taste for violence, Sarina prefers quick and quiet methods if she has to resort to inflicting harm onto another being.
Preferred Weapon(s): Daggers, poisons
Abilities and Specialties: Information brokering, establishing less than legal trade relationships
Bio: Sarina grew up as the third daughter of an esteemed politician who had little more on his mind than establishing profitable connections. She supposes he is where she got her flair for such a skill. When Sarina was twenty-one her father had decided that she was to be a bargaining chip in his next business transaction, and was determined to marry her off to an even higher ranking politician who was old enough to need a cane and a lavatory assistant. A friend of her father's who had been fond of Sarina hinted that to extract herself from this situation she would have to offer her father a deal of equal or greater value, and that such a thing could be found without her having to even leave the house. This was how Sarina entered her first foray into the exciting field of information brokering. Through careful use of the household's servants she determined that her father had an unhealthy penchant for philandering with one of the cook's nubile assistants.
Her father invented a new form of displeasure when she presented him with the fact that she possessed this information, and was willing to let him buy it from her for a hefty sum. Otherwise she would give it to her mother, free of charge. Her mother, though merely a woman, was a volatile one and had brothers who wielded much more power than Sarina's father. Sarina left home with enough money to make a living on for a few years.
A year later she wed the man who had given her that fateful piece of advice, and found out that he was engaged extensively in profiteering both with goods and with secrets. An unconventional man, he brought her into the trade, trained her in its arts and helped her immerse herself fully in its embrace. Unsurprisingly, his trade made him quite a few enemies, and just a month after their second anniversary, Sarina's husband found himself pinned to a wall by an arrow shot straight through his skull.
Though she had never been in love with him, she was devastated at the loss of her best friend and partner in crime. However, Sarina had no qualms about shouldering the business all by herself, though her husband's early demise has left her wanting some form of security in her ventures.