Walking fools aiming for their deaths taking on the bounty in a solo mission, each having more of the coin on their minds than the actual caution this whole thing would take; she had been keeping a leery eye as men and women came in, to sign up and sign their lives away. She might have only seen maybe three in total that decided to pair up with another. Perhaps they weren't so keen on having themselves torn apart.
She was not in the mood to find herself at the losing end of this bounty, especially considering the fact it had been the state was the one to issue out such a large sum. That almost felt as the mercs, sins, hunters and whatever else was eager enough to come rushing in, were mere pawns for the state to use. As in a way to dispose of them and hopefully dispatch Dwinlylth as well. Win, win for them, lose for everyone else.
Soft passing wind forced the twist and glance across her shoulder to the practically walking armory male, wondering what the hell sort of being needed to be so weighed down. He was either very experienced in his ways or very new that he believed so much gear was more of a protection than a hindrance. It only got better as the old coot sitting behind the desk work looking almost gleeful to so many showing up to lay down their lives, this one apparently in for it as well.
"Terms?" he cleared his throat pushing back his chair to reset his level of comfort, hands bridged upon the tabletop; "Simple really. As the parchment states, we want Dwinlylth taken out of the picture permanently, any way possible but of course the less innocent causalities the better. We merely ask for some proof of said bounty, a head perhaps of the leader." that seemed a common thing to ask for, it was hard to rent someone's skull off and pretend it was someone else's. "Then you return back here to Sieva and we as the state pay you the sum of twenty million gold." the man's eyes glinted in the fair light, "Not a bad trade if I do say so myself."
"Of course you would say that, you're not the one going out to risk your neck." she piped up and in, letting flat soles tap to the carpet allowing the red gaze to sink into the elder. "You're more than content to let the greedy sons of bitches. No skin off your nose." pressing her lips into a grim line, she shook out her fair crown, gaze settling upon the living armor, "Just as keen to throw your life into this pot as well, and alone as well? What sort of sense is that."