Grayson stepped into the brothel, Babette's, passing a not to the Yordle that ran the place.

Babette nodded and lead the enforcer down the hall to a private room.

Once in the room, the lock was clicked.

Grayson peered around the room, seeing Sevika lounged on the couch, a lit cigar resting between her lips, the cherry tip lighting her face as she exhaled a cloud of smoke from her nostrils.

"Sevika." the enforcer said with a nod, glancing at the bed, seeing you.

"Sheriff, so I hear you need information." the Zaunite hummed.

"Yes, but what is she doing here?" Grayson asked with a small frown.