Evaluation

 "Bien venue to our Trading Guild," said she with no other in the queue. Igna's firm stance and unwillingness to focus on other matters was a good show of what was to come. Her whiskers rose with her smiling, her outfit was one of rather obtuseness. Skimpy, sexy, overly standoffish, plain old ripped off garments – tis the comments heard on the streets. The boys fixated on her well-formed chest; the contours were astonishing for a demi-human. 

 "Gather-up everyone," yelled Mr. Fletcher with a single breath. They scrambled over to stand with chatter. Many of the conversations were to do with the trader's guild. They joked about it never finding glory and being scammers. 

 "I bet he joined the guild because of her breast."

 "Yeah, I know – he felt bad for the lady and decided to help. What a shame."

 "Not really, he's scrawny, he'd be more of a burden than an asset."