[JennyHallu]

"We aren't elves; we won't be around forever."

Losse sighed. "Oh I know, but building an Inn takes something I rather consistently haven't got. If I had the money, I would build it tomorrow. Here--" She paused, an absurd, mischievious look in her eyes. "I'll make a deal with you. You become a great merchant prince, I'll help you however I can, with information and the little oomph having a pretty girl along can give your negotiations, and I'll entertain clients for you, and help you with my arrows if you're attacked...it would keep me out of trouble..." she wheedled, in her sweetest voice, trying to seem innocent and winsome, but excitement and mischief shone from every pore.

Farael laughed at her. "And what's in it for you?"

She rolled her eyes at him. "Don't be ridiculous, it's obvious, to me at least." She leaned forward conspiratorially across the table. "We'd be partners, Farael. And when we'd earned enough, we could build my inn. You'd be established by then, you could hire men to watch your caravans, and much more beautiful women than I would entertain you. And then...you'll have half-share in the best Inn west of the Anduin. What do you say?"