Flint blustered and spat and sputtered, "well, i mean, because, since... um..."<br/><br/>He reached down into his desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a metal flask.  One thick thumb popping the top off before he sucked back a great draw.  Then collected himself and drew in his breath.  "You've been an ... independent for a few months now.  We'd hoped to see you before that, and after a long enough time thought we would be the ones to extend the hand of friendship.  So I guess we'd been hoping to hear from you at least since you set up your private practice."<br/><br/>He leaned back in his chair and took a long slow pull from his flask.  Then almost explosively burping, quickly pulling a fist up to his mouth to cover it, "Oh, sorry!" he exclaimed before waving the hand in the air in front of his mouth as if to dissipate the strong fumes of whiskey.<br/><br/>"We had one of our men do a little research on you.  You might not remember him, he paid well for a night of company.  James 'the dart' Whithian?"  Ylene did recall the quiet, tall, skinny man with some old pockmark scars on his face that did little to detract from his quiet charm.  He'd been cool and confident and nervous at the same time.  Average lover which was disappointing considering his large cock.  But very friendly and in general one of her more pleasant evenings.  Flint continued, "Well, the dart said that you were exceptional in all aspects of that evening.  Not just sexually, but that you were a fine conversationalist, knew about the wines at dinner as well as the hard liqours which neither of you actually drank.  He said you knew more about this city than anyone he'd spoken too, and when you were approached by a 'thug' on the street you stepped up."<br/><br/>Ylene remembered that as well now that she was reminded of it.  A thug had come up, hands hidden and asked them how much money they'd had on them.  Without missing a heartbeat she'd stepped in front of James and told the man he'd better shove off unless he wanted to spend the night in the healers tent.  The thug had left without incident just saying he was going to ask for a handout, but Ylene knew she'd averted a mugging at the time.<br/><br/>Flint nodded, "That was another of our men.  He said in that moment he saw pain in your eyes, but you also held back, reserving your use of force and saving it when a few words worked even better."   The dwarf took one last draw from his flask then re-capped it and set it down on his desk.  "All of the higher end brothels in Laelith are registered with us you know, and some of the lower end ones.  We keep a list of them for any guildmember who asks, along with a little information sheet on what each of them offers, updated the first of every month when they pay their dues.  We'd love to offer you a similar deal.  You offer a 10% discount to any guildmember who pays for your time, and you kick us back 5% of your profits from any guild member that paid you at the beginning of every month.  In exchange your name gets added to the list and you'll find that you could potentially have a customer every night instead of once or twice a week as you have been lately."<br/><br/>Flint leaned forwards, his elbows on the desk, "Of course, if you're interested in work that's more in keeping with our actual charter, we are always looking for more guild members that are actually explorers, willing to take on jobs of a more martial and dangerous nature.  Though I know since the thing with Linfei you've been laying low."