Lhurriel silently stared back at Amron, willing herself not to react in any way to his words. She bowed her head slightly, raising her hands to clasp them before her. "I will do nothing on this mission to endanger the lives of those who follow me, and those who follow you, Lord of Thieves. I will use every ability at my disposal to ensure that this plan is successful."<br/><br/>Fallar sighed and waved his hand, leaning forward in his seat and pulling the maps toward him. "I asked for no more than simple words, Amron," he murmured, before gesturing for the others to continue their discussion. The ever-jovial Rohain was the first to speak, urging everybody to bend their heads over the maps again to finalize their plans. Those who would not be involved in the actual mission provided input and suggestions, various cautionary warnings and viewpoints that their former and current lifestyles provided them.<br/><br/>It was not long before all the details were scripted and discussed, and more than one cup around the table had been drained in the process. "Is there any other business you have for us, Amron?" Duke, the king of the Lower City's network of gambling hells, sat back in his seat and swirled the remainder of his wine around in his glass.