Laughing, “You think this face has ever had to pay bail?” she asks, batting her long lashes, “I’ve been arrested, but it’s never last long. Like, I've never needed bail or been in a cell. Men and even women are so easy to manipulate with the right words.” Shrugging, “And should my luck run out,” like that was going to happen, “I have a few tricks up my sleeve.” Innocently sipping her coffee, “So see, you should bring me along sometime. Just think of the endless possibilities!” at least in her mind.
“Well, what would the Hobs consider prize money? I think it has to be something valuable, but something they actually want. Sure, our money can be used, but maybe for“Or you build something from the ground up. A place that the traveling Markets would want to visit and setup shop on fight nights. Just ideas.” fighters that are like us.” Lost. She really had no clue.