Loatonial pursed her lips and leaned forward as she watched the threat-filled exchange between the northern and the hooded man. Her amusement was short-lived, however as the hooded bandits swiftly made their way out of the tavern to apparently take care of her problem.<br/>If they only knew of the intense security around her uncle and the fortress, then they would realize that their only way inside would be through her.<br/><br/>"Bastards. Do they really think the task would be that easy to carry out?"  Loatonial rolled her eyes then lifted her glass to her lips and took a slow sip, listening to the northerners' disgust at working with the other men.<br/><br/>A small smile returned to the corner of her lips though, for the Viking seemed interested in striking up a deal.<br/><br/>"Of course...I didn't actually care whose hands the letter sat in, just so long as someone came to my aid, I am content." She took the stem of her wine glass and began to swirl the red liquid around, then set it down on the table in front of her and extended a delicate, pale hand.<br/><br/>" You can call me Loatonial; you will receive your payment once everything has settled, Northerner."