Mel smiles at the antics of the men. Mother was right. They seem to be boys in the playground." She scans the crowd once again looking for Garnst the butcher. He walks in a group slowly making their way towards The Soaring Hippogriff. She siddles up as subtly as rolling boulder as says,

"I'm sorry, you were saying?"

Diplomacy, if you want a new one: (1d20+1)[9]