Morrigan listens to the requested pair of slaves, and realizes that she would have to damn two people to save the rest. She considers the request for a moment, and then says, "I believe I will accept your request to find the two beings, but I have a question. Does the client in question want a particular gender, or do they not care? And I begin to understand why you found the list from my clients uninspired. Those would require a very demanding client, and a very particular kind of appetite to take them."<br/><br/>She leans back, wondering where she would even begin that kind of hunt. Finding two specific individuals on any number of planes is a task that would boggle the mind of an organization, let alone a single operator such as herself. She idly rubs her foor along the thigh of her contact, an act that almost seemed absentminded.