"Good. That's how he gets people. They look at his short stature and they think he can't do anything." And then Bianca would take care of those perceptions.

She snorted in amusement. "Possibly. ...No, actually, probably not. If you stayed out of the Gallows, you'd come back to even more complaints and questions, and people would ask why you were never around." She smiled in sympathy. "But I imagine, even in Lowtown, you would have people asking for your help and bending over backwards to accommodate you...when they weren't slamming a door in your face." Ah, back to bitter topics. She quickly added: "Don't worry. I get a few of those too, with a 'doglord' thrown in for good measure."

As he stood, so did she, going to the bench and looking underneath it for the traps. She pulled them out, casting him a glance over her shoulder. "I hesitate to ask what the bait actually is, with that description."