"Skill." The word seemed to paint a much different image then she was looking for, a much less violent image, and a much more passionate one. Her eyes moved from his quickly, averting to the fan in her hands. "A sword stuck in one's breaches does not make one a soldier and being an ex soldier does not make one a Guard, my Lady. Your "Guards" are nothing more than armed distractions for any would be assassin. Perhaps that is what you pay them to be?" He smiled as he spoke, the words coming from his mouth caused a small crack in her stern expression, a tiny glimmer of a smile which vanished quickly.<br/><br/>At his mention of the archer, her constant guard, she was sold. She could feel her eyes flutter slightly, surprised that he even noticed the man behind her, her lips pursed slightly, she would have to pay him now, if not to protect her, at least so he wouldn't kill her. Lady Gweneth took a sharp breath before reaching out a hand above her head. The man in the shadows took a step forward, his bow still up and ready. "Leave us," Gweneth said sharply, directing the call to the archer behind her, he jumped the distance to the ground then moved calmly past Duncan and out of the sitting room. Once the door shut behind the shadowed man, Gweneth stood again. "Agreed," She dropped the fan onto the table with a calm 'thwap' sound. "I shall pay you half now, and half once the thirteen days are up." The Lady turned and walked towards the bookshelves, where a desk stood, close to where the archer would have been had he been on the ground. She opened a small chest on the table, removing three small black velvety bags.<br/><br/>Once the chest was opened, the scent of Lavender erupted from it. Lady Gweneth moved her blue eyes back to Duncan, piercing into his as she watched him from behind the desk. "You will have a separate job from the rest," She stated sharply, closing the chest and moving across the room to Duncan again. "You will be my personal guard, escort of sorts," She held out the bags of money, each had fifty coin. "Think that's a fair trade?" She asked, a smirk crossing her face.<br/><br/>Lady Gweneth was aware of the risk she was taking, leaving her self alone with this man. It was no riskier than being alone with the archer, he could kill her now, or he could kill her later. It made no difference, once she was dead, that was that.