Isaera looked up, her brow creasing as she narrows her eyes, taking in the gentleman before him in the same way, she drew a throwing knife and started to clean her nails. "I don't care about your skill set, to be frank. If you're good, you live and get rich. If not, you die. I'm not going to run after you, I'm not going to get in any sort of shit if anyone doesn't make it. My name is Isaera... let's start with that. A title can be pretty, but many are given freely. Anyone with the coin can buy rank, and any fluke of birth can make someone Lord Such-and-such or the Duke of Who-gives-a-fuck. Besides, any worthy rank paints a target on your back so big you may as well stand in a corner for the rest of your life." She smiled dangerously, flicking the knife up in the air before slickly sheathing it, all without breaking eye contact. An easy trick, and one well suited for showing just how good she was at her job. Many would use it as a bluster, but Isaera had the skills to back it up.<br/><br/>"Just three things you should know, should mutiny be your aim. One, the necklace IS worthless under pretty much any circumstance you could throw at it. Two, without me, no payday. And three, should you decide to risk it, I would duel to the death for the right to command, understood?"