<span style="color: #ffff00">"i haven't decided that yet... there are complications and i am too drunk to deal with them right now and way too drunk to be making important decisions so ask me later."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"what's wrong with getting a footrub? i barely trust my own mother, why would i trust Order? I'm perfectly healthy but I'm not going to fuck my brother which leaves exactly zero males for me to mate with. the insane Troll who made the first of my kind had some serious fetishes that she decided to incorporate into us and we have to live with them, tits included. i am hardly an expert but these new bunch seem to be a lot worse then the old thieves guild and the uptick in violent thefts isn't normal."</span>she grinned a little and nodded.<span style="color: #b30000">"sure, gimme a second."</span>she vanished in a puff of smoke and shadow and reappeared about two minutes later with a plain locket which she handed over.<span style="color: #b30000">"look inside."</span>inside was an stunningly detailed sketch of a moderately attractive Dwarven woman fully nude on one side and an inscription on the other. "for my darling bristlebeard." Bristlebeard would refer to the politician in charge of the tax office who routinely took bribes from various smuggling organizations. the woman depicted was the wife of a far more prominent politician so the locket would cause all manner of hell if it got out and it would be instantly recognized by the proper owner.<span style="color: #b30000">"will that do it?" </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>