Sasha cocked her pretty little head to one side and put on her best "thinking face", her eyes scrunched up, painted lips stuck out, small leathery wings twitching. It was a good offer. A week's summoning meant a whole lot of fun without consequences on the plane of Rufren, and she knew Rufio kept his promises - to sustain her on a material plane in human form would require a small shrine, or worship...of any kind. It wasn't always traditional, but Rufio was enthusiastic and energetic in his...rituals.<br/><br/>"Well...half-breeds are a lil bit hazy at the moment...there are definately some in the Outlands, but I couldn't put a finger onnem."<br/><br/>Rufio rolled his eyes away from the small glowing projection.<em>He</em>could have told Sasha that.<br/><br/>"...but I could tell ya about some things goin on in your hometown, Rufy."<br/><br/>Sasha wiggled as she remembered some valuable tidbits of information that could be of value to her human benefactor.<br/><br/>"Yeah! There's some guy in town...an old dude...least I<em>think</em>he's old..."<br/><br/>"Get to the point, sweetie."<br/><br/>"Olrite olrite! Look, he's in town and he's a tough cookie. Works for people, does oddjobs, captures toughies..."<br/><br/>Rufio had become accustomed to Sasha's use of her own terminology for renowned or dangerous beings.<br/><br/>"A bounty hunter? Well, despite being able to think of five off the top of my head who are reliable and fairly loyal to the Cartel, I guess he must be a hardcase if you're mentioning him."<br/><br/>"Damstrate! His name's Black, I think. Did a job on that God Hound a while back..."<br/><br/>Rufio's eyebrows arched. The fiend of the Karkel Mountains was no average bounty.<br/><br/>"...but listen. There's more, too. A flying doggie guy, and I'm hearin a lot about those meanies...the Olive Barkers - "<br/><br/>" - Oligarches."<br/><br/>"Yah yah, olrite! There's two you need to be lookin out for, soon. A pretty blonde one who likes blood, and a scaly red one who likes cards. I don't know any more than that, and you know as always I can't tell ya who told me."<br/><br/>Rufio nodded absently, his mind already racing. It was some unwritten rule of the fae/mortal information exchange. One could receive information from a contracted entity, but one knew said entity could never reveal their sources.<br/><br/><em>We rarely get any information on the Oligarches. This is big. </em><br/><br/>"Thank you, Sasha. You're as stellar as always. I'll get on the summoning ritual right away, and we'll go visit Bossman."<br/><br/>Squee-ing in pleasure, clapping her hands and fluttering her wings, Sasha blew a kiss up to Rufio, and then vanished, the deep blue projection popping out, like a big wet bubble.<br/><br/>Rufio reclined again on his bed, slipping the silver compass underneath a pillow. He stretched his limbs out, and stroked his jaw. Mulling over what he had learned, grudgingly planning a visit to the Bossman, he began to plot.