Neverwinter Forest stinky pinky and sheldon

You are not so lucky, Ying informed him, My skill is only for a price. She smiled and winked, wondering if he might engage her jest. A curious eye swept over Mal's frame, taking in each of the details. He carried a decent build that implied some training, but perhaps only enough for proficiency. Ying wondered from whom he had learned. If there is a pack on the coast, I do not know it. The lie was small; if he appeared trustworthy, she would see no fault in switching the story. 

She settled into a seat. A careful glance was turned over each shoulder, disguised by a yawn and headshake. Excuse me, Ying laughed. Lifting a careful paw, she said: I am looking for fighters. Do you know where I can find some?