The old man watched the two of woman that spoke and considered her words seriously, answering her in a very serious and business-like tone of voice. "We are not looking to hire cheap thugs for a job that needs to be done, we are looking for professionals. We heard that due to the festival and the storm, some rather capable individuals had been stranded on the island for now. That is why we sought you out, and I invited you all to partake on this breakfast to make this request for an investigation. I am willing to pay from my personal coffers and the client in question will undoubtedly increase the reward further for successful delivery of the artefact in question. We are looking at around 7,500 gold pieces reward for the safe recovery of the client's interest, and destroying as much of their strength as possible. Even in case the object of interest is lost, a reward of 4,000 gold pieces will be paid for successful destruction of their forces. That is the sum paid to each individual. Also, the objects recovered from the island are yours to keep, other than the particular object in question."<br/><br/>Hearing the knight speaking and looking at his scaled figure, the Guild Captain seemed to consider the question seriously for a while, then letting out a heavy sigh after a moment. He seemed to seriously contemplate something, but then lowered his voice. "Very well, but this will not leave this room, whether you accept the job or not." He narrowed his eyes, making sure nobody but the invited people were close enough to hear his words as he spoke, in a lower tone of voice.<br/><br/>"The item in question is a Crown of Command, an item from a bygone Era. It once belonged to the Imperial Remnant, from the age when the great Western Empire still held most of the shores there under control. The crown enhances an individual's skill to lead, though it does not make a pauper into a prince. In the hands of a charismatic individual however, it can turn the grudging respect of a few hundred into the fanatical obedience of a few thousand. The problem is that it is in the hands of warlord of some kind, the person leading the greenskins and preparing them for these raids." Sighing heavily, the old man crossed his arms. "Worse, the warlord knows to expect trouble. Four of the Guild's proud operatives set ashore on the island's beach three weeks ago, we received a report through magic from one of them. Fortress made of stone, at the base of the mountain, with shipyards on the south-eastern shores of the island. Everyone dead."<br/><br/>The old man's expression was a troubled one as he continued then. "The client who desires the item hopes to put it to use in a more benevolent manner, but I cannot speak of the client any more than this. Rest assured, Guild is not going to hand the crown over to someone who would destabilize the region and harm trade even further." His tone was serious as he looked at Will, and then turned his eyes to Sheva, finally looking at Horo and blinking at her words, then smiling.<br/><br/>"Alright, I am sure your help will be important on this, young miss." He chuckled a bit, seeming to be one to smile to women and stare at Will with a more serious expression. Then again, Will had been the one to demand more details.