Dena studies the locket, admiring its beauty. Holding it up and giving a sharp nod and greedy smile, she says. "This will do nicely for the bar tab. But if you don't want your friend sleeping in the street tonight and without a nice meal, you better go find Nasmeth and take care-a' him. Trust me, even this late, he is still out causing trouble. He left the spot outside my door not too long ago, because not enough people come in this time of night to get people'll listen to him. But the streets are quiet, you can probably hear him howling somewhere. Or smell 'im."