[center:2gdtiqpj]Outside of the single-roomed, run down, sorry excuse for a bar, a pensive Tilde sat atop an empty barrel. In front of her sat another barrel, this one with a crudely cut piece of wood bolted to the top, serving as a makeshift table. The young woman had to tilt back to keep the late-afternoon heat out of her eyes. Still, it was better than going inside to wait, packed in with all the other jerks trying fruitlessly to cool down.
With a flick of her wrist, Tilde took a match to the cigarette already lazily clinging to the corner of her mouth. After a few puffs, her mind cleared enough to re-assess her situation. Things had gotten dire as of late, but she was used to that sort of thing. When work couldn't be found, she was usually able to make due some other way. This time was no different, but she still longed for more than just scraping by.
That was what brought her here. An old friend was supposed to be in the area, and she had hoped to run into him. There weren't too many places to get a decent drink around here, so she figured her chances were good. Her former acquaintance was rumored to have an operation going, and she wanted in. Unfortunately, Tilde's memory was a bit fuzzy about their last encounter some years ago, but she distinctively remembered it didn't end well. Whatever the case was, she hoped he would forget all about it as well, once she let him in on a little discovery she made not too long ago. If so, it would work in her favor double-fold, as she wasn't sure this discovery was a task she could handle alone. It might even be safer to get a third party in on the deal... but she was getting ahead of herself.
Leaning back a bit further as the shadow of the inn began to shrink, Tilde's eyes slowly drooped, another puff of smoke escaping her lips.. with a sudden, resounding CLANK, both the woman and the barrel fell to the floor in a heap. Immediately, she struggled to wrestle herself free from gravity's clutches before anyone noticed.[/center:2gdtiqpj]
