The leather pouch fell with a heavy clunk onto the table, several gold pieces escaping out the top as the drawstrings loosened. Dreomyn sat up in her seat, her honey-coloured irises flickering to life as her curiosity piqued. One of the two ambassadors who had come to negotiate for her services shifted uncomfortably when her claw-like fingers slithered around a gold coin and brought it to her lips for a taste. She smiled with satisfaction. It was real gold. Tossing the coin carelessly onto the table, she leaned against the tall wooden back of her chair and kicked her legs up onto the table, tapping her fingertips together in front of her. "All right, gentleman, you have my attention," her low voice vibrated from her larynx. "Continue." The other ambassador who had not cowered in her presence cleared his throat and stepped forward. "We have agents spread throughout Prince Roland's stronghold, but contact is..." "Diminishing," the first ambassador finished, finally finding his voice again. He was a shy little halfling who was a good distance from home and incredibly nervous around the tiefling. While some of her kind might have been offended, she only found the effects of her presence amusing. The halfling continued in a squeaking voice, "Our masters are concerned about keeping in touch with them and keeping out of the notice of the regent. We don't want to have to abandon anyone." "You middlemen," Dreomyn chuckled, pointing to them, "need a middleman who can slip easily in and out of tight situations. Do I have that right?" The second ambassador nodded his head. "Gentlemen, I'm a mercenary, not an assassin. We both kill, but only one sneaks." "You have a... a reputation. We've tried the assassin route. Our employers believe you might be more ...successful," the second man continued. "But if you don't think you can handle the risk, we do understand..." Dreomyn's eyes narrowed. "All right, gentleman, you have yourself a messenger girl. I expect two more of these," she gestured to the gold pouch, "when the job is complete." Delighted, the halfling pulled out a crudely drawn map and began pointing out all of the places she would need to memorize and the names of the contacts of the agents she would need to gain access to the hidden knights.