"That's what I like to hear," Sophie said, leading her down some dark streets and narrow alleys, until they came to a fairly non-descript building. She knocked at the door, in a specific pattern, then waited a few moments, before it opened, just a little. "Eh, wot? Who's there?"<br/><br/>"A cat with a kitten," came Sophie's reply, which seemed to satisfy the man inside.<br/><br/>"Rought, roight, c'mon in," he said, pulling the door open, and beckoning them inside. The interior was cramped and unkempt, and Delphine would see that the doorman was a rather... lumpy, misshapen fellow, one eye larger than the other, a heavy limp in one leg, a face that looks like it's been broken a few times, and one of his arms looked a bit crooked, all stuffed into a patchy outfit that looked two sizes too large. "I'll let boss know yer 'ere."<br/><br/>He shuffled deeper inside, then poked his head out the door again, beckoning them both in, leading them down a narrow hallway to a slightly more spacious room. There, they'd find three men inside; two on the flanks, looking like bodyguards; big, strong orcs, one armed with a sword, the other, surprisingly, with a staff. Between them, seated on a large, plush chair, that looked more like a throne, especially compared to its surroundings, was a fat man, with a full, oiled beard, and beady eyes, with too many rings on his thick fingers. He grinned, his teeth full of holes, that look to have been filled in with gold and small gemstones. "Sophie! I always knew you'd be back," he said, giving her a lecherous grin. "Come to sample my wares?" he asked, crudely gesturing between his legs. "Or have you brought me a gift?" he asked, glancing at Delphine, naked hunger in his eyes.<br/><br/>"Hardly. I have some goods I'd like to sell you, and all the legitimate merchants are tapped."<br/><br/>"Ooh, a big heist? I'm impressed. But, first, tell me all about your friend, there..."