She suppressed a chuckle. Does she accept?<br/>Celris, fearless, swift, and most importantly, Feral, turn down a job such as this? The gold would have made her say yes anyway, but with the promise of such adventure she almost didn't need the gold. Almost.<br/>Celris hefted the bag, examining it and stared at the Alune. "Of course, granted is bears no ill will towards my people." She'd been offered a job like that once. She'd broken the Alune's fingers. Slowly.<br/>"Morals and all that, you understand." She slid the bag into her satchel and grinned, tail wagging, "I like this. Missions and secrecy. Gold and glory. Where does the fun begin?" She sobered enough to listen to his explanation, war was no laughing matter. The Feral and Alune. It had to be. She'd never so much as scented a HighBreed and neither races seemed close to civil war...despite her low tolerance for her own culture she wasn't about to let her world get torn apart.