"Host, she is holding a two-pound piece of solid iron!" the System yelped, hovering anxiously between them and scanning the weapon. "If she swings that thing at your chest, you are going to turn into 2D art! Just give her one of the silvers!"
"Give her silver?" Heena scoffed mentally, not breaking her stride until she was standing a mere three paces from the barrel. "If I flash silver in a back alley looking like this, she won't answer my questions—she'll whistle for three thugs to slit my throat and take the rest of my pouch. In the underworld, you don't buy respect from a scavenger. You step on their neck until they offer it for free."
Heena stopped just outside the swing radius of the iron wrench. Instead of looking intimidated, she tilted her head slightly, her dark eyes sweeping lazily from the wooden abacus on the woman's knee to the side gate where the wine cart had just disappeared.
"Keep the copper, then," Heena said lightly, tossing the single coin through the air.
