The unassuming half-elf?

Asharra knew a magus when she saw one... she could almost feel the tingle of sorcery about him. The fact that he stayed in a place like this was enough to draw her attention. With a predatory smile, she approached the half-elven man. He was handsome and far cleaner than most of the patrons here... with fine features and unstained clothes. She imagined he would have little trouble getting women if he tried. Seducing him might be difficult, but well worth the effort. He gave her an appraising eye as she neared him, putting down the drink in his hand.

"Do I know you?" He asked calmly.

"Would you like to?" She asked him, taking the seat across from him and licking her lips.

"I've no need of a common harlot." He told her dismissively, though the noticed his eyes had lingered over her a bit. Unlike most, she was fairly certain he wasn't looking at her chest.

"Come now." She told him, leaning in close to lower her voice, the flash of her cleavage a mere joyous side-effect, "I know what you are. As I'm sure you know what I am. We can dance about this all night... or we can save time, and talk."

He eyed her warily for a moment, before he finally gave a slight nod, and lowered his voice slightly, "Very well. What do you want, witch?"

"Power. Of a sort that the academy is unwilling to teach." She answered him in brutal honesty.

"You're a fool to say such things in public." He told her sternly, "Men are hanged for what you seek."

"Call the guard, then. See how quickly they come to this part of town." She replied with a silken laugh.

"A fair point." He admitted, "Perhaps... I know people who indulge in the study of such things... But perhaps not. I've no reason to trust you."

"What must I do to earn such trust, then?" She purred, her tone promising things she said not aloud.

He looked her over with a wry half-smile. "Prove your determination, then. Show me what you are willing to do for this power you seek."

"Anything." She purred to him, "I am at your command."

"We shall see if you mean that." He said, his smile widening.

Then suddenly, he stood from his seat his arms held wide as he addressed the room. "People! Your ear, if you will! This luscious young woman has just informed me that she is in **** need of money, and that she is willing to service any man in this room who can pay!"

The room's attention turned to her immediately, over a dozen pairs of hungry eyes fixing on her shape.

"How much?" Shouted a burly man sitting at the bar.

"Three silver." He replied with a cruel smile, "To be collected by me while she works."

That was less than most of the men here spent on drinks in a night. She looked to him as the men cheered their approval and began fishing for coins.

"I shall be watching." He told her with a devilish grin. "Impress me."