"Hey! What are you doin? Oh, nothing? Well come on over to the Arthe Hollow Inn in Arthe Dale, word is the Tavern Troupe is having another improptu party. Wonder if anyone will die this time?"
This is going down right now and will last until we're all dead or drunk. Or, dead drunk!
After all, the cutthroat did make the decision to live her life this way, right?
