"No, that doesn't sound like a good idea. I don't trust warlocks, and since you have spoken out the desire to keep her close in sight for your concern of her devouring some man for more then a sexual desire, I'm afraid you might loose your focus on what I will be paying you for.."<br/><br/>She fumbled with her robes and looked ever so small, but her voice had a certain authority in it that was decisive and stern. She had made up her mind, and if she was going to pay the rogue for his services he'd better listen to her, and not make up his own plans.. In return she hoped that she wouldn't;t be the one loosing sight of the danger with his presence so close to her, he was already making a too much of an impact of her way of acting.<br/><br/>"I want us both to go inside of the sewers, the guards currently know no more then we do. The lifts are a mystery just as much to them as it is to us, and I believe we even know more then they do now.. I felt their confusion as they rushed trough our group, minds in fear in and chaos are like open books on a table, there was no effort to see what they were hiding from us. "<br/><br/>She put down her empty glass on the table as she stopped her whispering explanation, turning the crystal glass in her fingers she looked at the dark red brim the blood had left against the smooth surface.<br/><br/>"Further more.. I'm afraid I'm not as useful when I'm alone, I'm not so good in combat, I can do my part, but my strength lies in aiding others. So I would ask you to bring me along with you in the sewers, for I believe this threat is too great for you alone to handle, though I have no doubt about your capabilities..." She gazed up from her glass into the golden orb eyes of the rogue, smiling gently before she licked the little red patch of her lip.<br/><br/>"The payment however, as you like it to be discussed after the deed.. I hope not you will asking for an outrageous fee, but I'm quite endowed with riches, so if we succeed in preventing this happening, I'll prize you sufficient enough for what you have done."<br/><br/>She chuckled softly as she gazed over his many cuts and wounds in his armour and skin. "However, considering your own words, I might only offer a good stitching work on both your gear and body... Seeing that would be considerably more needed in your case?" Her chuckling transferred in a heartedly laugh, as her whole face lid up with joy of her own jokingly suggestion, though one could it consider a façade to hide the outright magical stream of blood colouring her dead blue skin with a soft blush.. Maybe the thought of her hands on his skin was more of a prize for her then it would be for the rogue..<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>