He raised an eyebrow, and nodded. "Yes, I do."<br/><br/><em>We can do the exchange here, or up in your room. One is as good as another for me. Your room number, please. Thank you.</em><br/><br/>He waited a moment, before standing and heading up to his room with the ale, taking a pitcher as well, making it clear he was intending to drink and then sleep. Company was not required. An hour later, he sent that he was ready for the information brokering, and was coming over, before using dimension door to get over to the contacts room. "I apologize, again, for the delay. And for my attitude downstairs. But I work for the Summer Court, the Brotherhood wouldn't bother trying to find out what you knew before you died. They would simply kill everyone in the village, and then use 'speak with the dead' to force your soul to answer their questions."