"Fine, forty it is, however..."  Giving a big smile, the Baron Revilgaz idly drew his curved saber.  It was an obvious threat, although it seemed unlikely he would use it.  "For that amount of money, I trust in your success.  Should you fail, or try to skip out on the deal...  lets just say that there isn't anywhere you'll be able to hide that the Steamweedle cartel won't find you.  And by the time we're done with you, you'll beg for death."<br/><br/>Moving to the door, his grin remained.  "The inn is yours, free of charge for the duration of the mission of coarse.  Tommorrow, you may stock up on what you feel you'll need for the mission.  For obvious reasons, i'll be informing the captains not to give you passage on ship, and i'll be informing some other contacts to watch out for you, should you accidentally go further north than the map shows... we wouldn't want you getting lost, after all."<br/><br/>With a slight bow he exited the room, closing it behind him without another word.<br/><br/>Looking at Charr, Shu'tat chuckled at the assassin.  "I t'ink you pissed him off, mon."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>