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The waitress snorts. "Oh, I'm sure that purse is empty, Dama. I'm also sure you got other resources. You're too old to be alive if you were living foot to mouth." The waitress says, but seems amused. "But you're damn straight I'm gonna get as many coin as I can..." She trails off looking at Lineera and her friends with a murderous look. "...sure as hells ain't gonna make much tonight, with that lot of snaggly whores in the house."
Mahb's not in a great position to overhear, the waitress gave her what would normally be a very desirable table here in the inn, it's somewhat isolated due to the layout, and nobody can sneak up on her.
Mahb notices the waitress fingering her left wrist with her right hand as she glares at Lineera and company, and there's the outline of a wrist sheath there, bulky enough for a spring loaded version.