He considered the offer, before shrugging. "If you acted like an actual assassin, I would jump at the chance. But you act like a thug who merely thinks she is one. Your methods and skills do not add up to the assassin's guild reputation, you kill wantonly, like a fireball rather than a knife. Hell, the only reason I didn't slit your throat rather than bringing you here was because I figured the guildmaster would want to talk with you. Oh, wait, maybe you can answer a quick question for me."<br/><br/>He reached into the hidden pocket of his half cloak, and pulled out the magical switchblade from the ruins and its cypher. "If you can tell me what this means, I will join right here and now. If not, I think I will decide later. So I will need a contact point."