Zhentarim, Brynhilde stared at the tattoo on the man's arm, that was a force to be reckoned with indeed and one with enough coin and influence to ward away the flaming fist. "We'll press on for now, carefully, if it looks to dangerous we'll let it go", she stared at the two men, holding her hand out for the door-key, waiting to see if Slad trusted her enough to give those keys. If he did, they'd move in.