The dwarf's pants were beginning to tent a little, from her position she could see that much.  In turn he shifted in his chair so that she was essentially kneeling between his legs.  "There's nothing to be done for the dues and fees.  It is unfortunately the price of doing buisiness with us.  But that being said, if you're looking for work outside of the city's walls, you're a fool not to join us.  We are the orer and the law that keeps people coming back to us.  Malkin city won't hire freelancers anymore to do any jobs outside of our walls.  That's not to say you won't find people that will hire you, but the legality, morality, or trustworthyness of those employers is never going to be anything you can hang your pick and hammer on."<br/><br/>His use of an old dwarven saying simply reminded her that dwarves could be notoriously stubborn, and not only was she dealing with one now, but also that one was the head of the guild.  "As for our association with other guilds, we're friendly enough with the Trade Union, though they don't like that we demand discount among guild members, and we always listen to the Agents of the council and the high lord protector, as they are technically our ruling body.  But the Laelith defenders,"  Of which Ylene knew that Commander Lynch was one, "we have a complicated relationship with.  A lot of our members retire from exploring to become guardsmen, and likewise sometimes some of our best recruits come from the defenders.  But at the same time they look at us and see us for what we really are, a bunch of mercenaries not beholden to any form of rule.  That bothers them and sometimes we don't see eye to eye.  The mages collective, which I guess includes the priests, and us don't really have much of a relationship, except when we find some sort of holy artifact out there in the wilds that they want. So we leave each other alone.  Lastly the Cabal, I'm not even sure what they want, but they end up being a coin flip, sometimes they get in our way, sometimes they help us, and I'll be damned if I could even tell you why."<br/><br/>He went back to the money situation as she freed his cock, a solid five inches, but thicker than she would have expected, from his tight leather pants.  At no time did he help nor hinder her progress, but continued speaking as if she were simply listening.  "But back to the buisness side of things, what you're doing right now, I didn't agree on  no price, so while you're free to do what you like, and I'm sure I'd appreciate it, don't think it's going to change the fees, as the only thing I can waive is your initial dues, which I have already said I'd do.  Ain't much else I can do about the percentages on commissions.... that's set by the speaker and voted on."<br/><br/>He reached over and took a slug from his flask as he looked down at her, his thick cock floating above his pants in her dark hands.  As much as he was trying not to be distracted by her actions, the draw on his flask was shaky and tense, showing that he was.