You're approached by a Tiefling woman.

As the barmaid pours you a glass of wine into a fine crystal glass, presumably their highest quality receptacle, you hear somebody take a seat next to you. You turn your head slightly to face them, letting strands of your hair conceal your eyes while you give them a once over.

She's a short woman with a light build, bright red skin, yellow eyes with no pupils, and back length loose black hair. A pair of slightly asymmetrical dark red horns emerge from her skull, and a red devil's tail can be seen swishing behind her. She's wrapped up in studded leather armor with crossed curved scimitars over her back, leaving little to the imagination. A wide smile is a plastered on her face, highlighted by the glossy black lipstick she wears as she returns the look, clearly not fooled for a second by your concealed glance.

"Like what you see witch?"

You frown at that. This wasn't what you were expecting. Her voice is high pitched and excitable, though it doesn't sound like there's any malice in her words, which you often find when people refer to you as "Witch." You decide to go with it.

"A little demon-blooded swordswoman, you have my attention."

Returning a tiny smile to her, you take a drink from your wine and wait for her to speak, using the silence like a weapon.

"You're here for work, yeah? Ain't your kinda place. Got something for you if you are, basic stuff, client had a something on the way from Gauntlgrym, never showed up. Wants somebody to hunt it down. You in?"

You consider the job for a moment, swirling your drink around in its glass.

"Light on the details. Tell me a little more and maybe I'll accept. What was being sent, when was it supposed to arrive, how many people are being hired, you know."

She shrugs back at you. You just keep staring at her, waiting for a further response, which eventually comes.

"Don't know what was on the thing, client wants it hush, I guess. Supposed to arrive a couple days ago. As for the ****, two of us and a couple of the guys goons. Probably to make sure we don't nab whatever's on the thing."

The tiefling makes an expression of mock fear, before emitting a snorting laugh.

"Doubt they could stop us but, it's the thought that counts ain't it. So just four, travel light and fast. Couple weeks work, hundred gold plus we'll pay for the rations, and I might have something bigger for you if it works out. What do you say?"

A hundred gold isn't going to set you up for long, but given the chance for future opportunities, this could be an easy way to get back into the swing of things. Plus, this tiefling is a hell of a saleswoman.