Huevar looks wounded.<strong>"Good <em>sir</em>, I would never bet against Acquisitions Incorporated assets."</strong>He sniffs his large nose indignantly, polishing the collar of his cloak as if quite miffed.<strong>"I simply have inside knowledge that one of the other party is a lass with an affection for small skirts. We gnomes, we know these things, yes?"</strong>he threw a lecherous little wink towards Gillie, who is getting her hand playfully smacked - but not deterred - by Denna. He clears his throat, before looking back to the barbarian.<strong>"Besides,"</strong>he explains,<strong>"if you fail, I don't get paid. Talent finders' fee is quite explicit about that."</strong>he sniffs, then sticks out two thumbs up and a big smile.<strong>"Go team!"</strong><br/><br/>Once Rha had slipped into something impractical and Gillie had finished disarming a booby trap, the lot of you set out towards the northern end of the Docks District. It's not as seedy as you might think, at least away from the waterfront. a lot of warehouses, small shops, and the sort of dive bars that cater to young nobles who don't<em>actually</em>want to go to a dive bar (The Waxed Staff is hosting<em>Match In Dragons</em>- you've never heard of them.) Huevar's directions pan out, and you find yourselves in a dingy, cobbled alleyway, looking at a heavy wooden door, just like every other wooden door you passed on the way, except for a brass plate over a keyhole, bearing the Acquisitions, Inc logo.<br/><br/>What now?