The Floragato reached under her hat and retrieved a small sheaf of printed papers, glossy with expensive ink. When splayed out on the table, they were clearly invitations to the Frontier Town Gala.
"I got a proposition for y'all. I jus' hope you'll hear me out."
Felin eyed the gala tickets with eyes drawn to slits and the startings of a grin tugging at her lips. She had heard musings about the gala before, but hadn't shown much interest about. In the past she would have jumped at the chance for something like this, but what was the point without any achievements to her name in this foreign world?
No. It wasn't the Gala that enticed her even now. What caught Felin's interest and held it in place with a dagger was what Sonora might've wanted out of it. Working with an outlaw came with risk, and risk always tantalized Felin.
"I've been hearing you out the moment you joined our table," Felin said, quirking a smile. "Of course, whether or not we can help depends on what you'll ask of us."