<em>Yewbough</em>, Shay said to herself. He said that he had found a patron--this Miss Huninghorn was her? They were hardly friends, but he was a good, though a naive, man. Though, Shay had to admit, things did line up pretty perfectly; the friend of a capable thief is suddenly in the employ of a supposed black widow...or was that just her paranoia talking? Regardless, she had time before the Duke's ball, and if making sure Yewbough was there to see it should be one of her tasks, so be it.<br/><br/>"I accept," Shay said. "You certainly know how to motivate. If the details you glossed over are relevant at all, someone who tackles things like I do would find them useful. Unless you intend for me to find all spindles of this particular's spider's web all on my own. If nothing else, an address and I'm on my way. But if there is anything you know about the make up of the Trade Council and the interplay between its members, that would be especially useful."<br/><br/>Shay already had a few ideas of how to tackle this assignment. Infiltrating the Huninghorn estate to find ammunition was one thing, but putting that ammunition in the hands of someone who could properly use it was another matter altogether. Returning what she found to the Queen was definitely an option, but if she could cut out an extra step or two, so much the better. Regardless of what the madam had to offer her in terms of intel, if this mission debrief was the end of their conversation, Shay would ask for an escort back to the surface and ways to get to in touch with the Queen or her servants.