Gregory
Weary steps carried Sindr down the halls of the Rose, the silence of the topmost floor broken by her sigh. Her slender fingers raked through her hair, tying it back. As the long burgundy waves were pulled away her blood spattered neck was revealed. She rubbed absentmindedly at the dried smears, desperate for a long bath. Her figure was clad in black and from her hips swung matching blades. Anyone familiar with her would know she was likely returning from a job. The time away from the Rose seemed to leave her feeling particularly drained, eager to feed on the lust that lurked beneath her feet. The brothel floor was busy tonight, as it always was. Sindr would have to make an appearance, soak in the hungry looks and lewd thoughts of her patrons. As she neared her office door voices carried down the hall. Her pace slowed and with a cocked head she listened for one that was familiar. 

*Mervah.*

Sindr continued along her path, catching the word *Prince*, which piqued her interest. It was followed by mentions of a degenerate cesspool however, which lit a fire of indignation. She remained composed, however, stepping through the entrance to her office with a serene expression. Her mesmerizing gaze sought out the stranger first, who she recognized the moment their eyes met.

"Prince Samir." Her voice was smooth as velvet when she spoke his name, accented by an alluring smile. She dipped her head in greeting before shifting her attention to Mervah.

"A guest of yours?" She questioned, closing the distance between herself and her desk. She dragged her fingers along the smooth wood while circling around to the opposite side. Her weapons were carefully discarded, her coat shed before she sunk into her seat. Sindr was rather irritated by the unexpected intrusion, but no such emotion pierced the perfect mask she wore. 

"What can I do for you, your highness?"
Johnetta
*Mervah spinned around remaining to have a smirk on her face as she glanced behind her and instantly being familiar to the footsteps that she heard many times throughout the building, it was of course the head of the Sisterhood, Sindr. Though her smirk slowly dropped to her right lip lifted and her left lip to act neutral, she felt a little ashamed as to her tone of voice that clearly she recongised.*

*Wanting to make up excuse she knew well that it wasn't wise so she allowed herself to be silenced. Though her face dropped to a more serious one with her eyebrows lifted and her lips motioned to act neutral as she stood up and walked, she-despite knowing it wasn't wise to bark back like a dog she looked at her,* "Well, I was just entertaining our guest-" *She smirked with her right lip raised and her hand once again being against her lips with her elbow being supported staring at the prince.*

"And I was rather curious as to how the royalty lives and so on, its so rare to have such exotic breeds of society to arrive into our den~if you shall Mother I will wait by the door if your fine here. I'm sure this bee will be gentle on the flower..." *She continued to smirk at the prince and her confidence grew as a cub to a lion when she exited the door and allowed them to speak.*
James
Hannibal spun after speaking to face the door as it opened. Knowing it could only be one person to open this door. The prince was slightly taken back by the presents of the *Mother*. He made eye contact with the woman then was greeted by his name. He'd guess as much from the head of assassins, not shaken at all. Though the thought that his appearance and name was known well by someone that kills things for a live is somewhat unsettling. Seeing the *Mother* Give a question to Mervah getting the assumption the dark elf was not allowed to bring people into this room. The eyes of the prince were glued to the *Mother* As she sat down not due to anything in relation to allure but being in the presents of a world class killer kept him on edge. Especially that he would not be surprised if his name was on a list somewhere with a pretty penny on his head.

The confirmation that this elf was also an assassin was made, due to the way this dark elf acted around the supposed *Mother.* His head turned to the elf as she spoke about the *Guest*, brushing off the attempt at getting his attention before turning it back to the *Mother.* But what did get a chuckle from the man was treating him like an animal at the circus. The prince then put all his attention to the mother before asking his question.

"Well as you can see I have made a request to meet with you and it looks like I am here. And now that I am here... I would like to hire an assassin in a long term contract for personal protection. I know, I know it may be odd. But I can not have a man in full suited armour follow me around, someone that can dress formal and extravagant like me and blend into a crowd to protect me. As walking around with said man in a suit of armour is overly intimidating."
Gregory
"I see." A fleeting look of disapproval passed over her fine features, directed toward the door Mervah had just left through. There were firmly established rules, precautions that kept them safe and their dealings discreet, and it seemed none had been followed. Her inner sanctum had been opened freely to a stranger. Royal or not, Sindr chose who was permitted to enter, and who was allowed to leave. The prince was in no danger however, slaying a royal would only bring suspicion and struggle.

There was no point in making the prince jump through the usual hoops, it was apparent he had already been fed crucial information. So instead Sindr skipped to the core of their exchange.

"While I understand your logic you must realize that many choose this line of work for the freedom it allows. There is ample time between jobs to pursue their own interests. To be assigned to a royal such as yourself... Well, it would require payment great enough to convince someone to surrender their independence." She allowed him a moment to ponder this before continuing, "I can certainly provide someone who fits your requirements, no one would question a bejeweled beauty in the courts of Khisfire." She flashed a disarming smile before retrieving something from the drawer of her desk.

A leather-bound book was set out before her and a fanciful quill pen plucked from its spot atop the table. The large peacock feather danced as she scribbled notes, it's vibrant colors matching the tattoo that adorned her décolletage. The ink vanished the moment it met the pages, a precaution to ensure no one read her thoughts poured out upon paper.
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Her gaze lifted to meet his once again, "Is there someone you know and may prefer?" Sindr's eyes darted to the door once more, indicating Mervah, before returning to the prince, "Or perhaps I could arrange for you to meet a few options, to find the perfect fit?" She leaned back in her chair, dragging the feather along her jawline as she considered her choices and awaited his answer.