Isaera rolled her eyes, she loved this part. "Congratulations, I'll find you a medal. Anyone with EYES could see the notice outside... the 'blind' beggar on Copperhead Row saw the notice outside. I'm not here for vagaries. Either you saw the notice and want some gold, or you saw the notice and decided to see what the fuss is about..." She grinned slightly, her eyes flashing as she dished out her favourite kind of battle... a battle of wits.<br/><br/>"And you see, I have neither time nor patience to explain what the fuss is about. I'm not in the business of helping with fact-finding missions unless being paid for it." She tilted her head, flicking the knife with her hand so that it appeared to just vanish. "And since you don't seem to be paying me for information... well, I can only assume you're not giving me my cut in a fact finding mission... which would be... sad." She smiled politely, though her body tenses up a little... some people just don't appreciate wit... and try to solve the problem by force.