“Gotta find a fence for my… Mmm… Appropriated goods.” Lockepicke says, patting her bag.
“Heh, well if you are sticking around town for the night how about we get dinner and some drinks?” Hauberk says, “You know, in celebration for surviving to get paid another day, and for the friends we lost.”
Lockepicke knows he means Lucian, but the mare thinks about the placard in her bag and says, “Yeah… That actually sounds nice.”