Seth had been working on and off for the Drunken Dyr for only a couple of months at this point. That was to say that it had been something of a home base for him, and that he's actually had a roof over his head for that long. So far, it was proving to be a worthwhile deal, and with the exception of a small minor incidents - and one quite notable one - the smuggler would even have boasted that he wasn't doing a half bad job either. Although admittedly, he wasn't the sort to confess to being less than adequate.

He'd just returned from a rather profitable deal on the Coheed border, and had been absent for about three days by the time he made his way back into the Drunken Dyr. Hiems didn't suit Jezebel. The snake was seemingly absent. The serpent was snuggled up under her human partner's cloak, her head only just poked out from around his collar. It was a relief to be back in to the warm. Seth could feel her considerable relief as they settled made their way back "home".

He might have been about to settle down, and reward himself with a drink, when a familiar form caught his attention. He hadn't seen Ona much these past few days, and there was something very much on his mind. He followed up behind the woman. He was about to call up after her when she stopped, and greeted him. It wasn't as if she'd been trying to be particularly stealthy. "Hey." He returned her greeting. "I just got back. You'll find some more booze down in the cellar, and I've got a few things for the girls as well." That was their deal after all. His price? A roof over his head, and a few good wholesome meals every now and then.