Loatonial smiled reassuringly at the Eastern, hooded man, but there was no kindness in her eyes....there was only suspicion mixed with amusement...especially after the hooded man in front of her spoke to one of his comrades in a language unknown to her.  As she waited, she noticed the subtle movements of the Northerner, then picked up her glass and took a small sip of the red liquid-grimacing slightly as the acidic liquid burned on it's way down her throat.  She set her glass down moments after the two men took their seats....both of whom rejected the offer of ale.<br/><br/>She lifted her chin slightly and removed a ring from her pointer finger after which she carefully set it down on the table in front of them. It was no ordinary ring. It was her uncles' crest: two sparrows flying in a circle with a green stone in the middle.<br/>"The business is simple, but...complex. I need King Locien, my uncle-dead." She paused for a moment as she watched the faces of the men whom she had called upon. "He murdered my father...without trial, or witnesses...and I believe he also murdered my grandfather. I have called upon you two because I have heard of your great ambitions and victories. You are the best of the best. So what do you say, boys?"