By the time Zevran arrived back at the whorehouse in the middle-class district, Gisella was already outside, serving drinks to passersby. As always, the smell of leather permeated the afternoon air and a few humans held handkerchiefs to their noses as they walked along the street. Four girls swayed their hips in the front courtyard, their lace fans hiding their faces and making them appear even more mysterious and alluring as Torrodo strummed on a lute. The older elf boy nodded to him as he made his way towards the madam's bulky form, signaling that he wished to talk soon.
Zevran carefully counted six large silvers, five small silvers and 18 copper coins that he placed in her tray. The two sovereigns that Leilani had given him were well-hidden under a rock that was inside of a rotting tree stump. He had frequently used the stump to hide things he pickpocketed, and he felt that the loot was safe, right next to his mother's Dalish gloves. As the boy finished placing all the coin's onto the madam's tray, he turned his pockets inside out until she was satisfied that he wasn't hiding anything from her. Gisella narrowed her heavily made up eyes at him and looked over his new shirt and boots with suspicion and contempt.
"Hope you enjoyed your night playing with the nobles, because you're going to be delivering things to us from the Alienage after this business with the Cathedral is cleaned up! The Templars have blocked off all traffic going across the canal bridges for now." She shoved him away harshly and started speaking to Torrodo, who had switched to playing a lively tune on a lillo flute.
"Play well, boy, and I'll see to it you get a proper meal today. All this excitement will send men to us in droves tonight, eager to prove that they're still alive. Play well so our girls can show off. The ones that watch the longest will be back when darkness falls, hmmmm." She chuckled gleefully.
Zevran rested against the wall, content to sit in the shade until Torrodo was done. Gisella, however, was not about to let him have any peace. "You! Go upstairs and start helping Danica and Tony tidy up! Lazy, lazy, lazy good-for-nothing elves!" He ran inside and up the stairs before she could say or do anything else to him.