Gwen folds her arms. "I know the lingo's your thing, but you do realize 90 percent of what you just said isn't English?" She's picked up on some of it, but at some point or another, she's going to need a translator. A nice handy dictionary would do. "But the seven years in a desert thing? Kind of putting a few pieces together."

She doesn't sit on the ground, but relaxes against the bark of the tree. "Lots of stuff," she replies, ever-so-enigmatically. It really didn't matter here, in this place and with these people, but habits will die hard. But she does try to elaborate a little bit more, just enough. "Did a lot of bagging for high-end clients. Mystical artifacts, plans, weapons...sometimes just plain 'ol cash. Lucrative business for a gal like me." Her smile is a bit cynical, one that seems to have seen it all and isn't necessarily too impressed.