Kaitlea retracted her hand and with lip cornors tugged sharply into a rather impish grin. "If I were to say 'I do,' it would be the understatement of the century. Ranking among that would be ogres not being the largest thing you have to worry about." She rose up off her knee, well, technically Grishka's knee. Her arms parted and chest swelled, exaggerrating her already enourmus frame. Her hands flattened and she seemed to make a human scale. "On one hand," she dipped her left slightly, "you have possible death at every corner. Certainly, the payout<em>could</em>be high but you also could be risking your neck for absolutely nothing. Your allies? A rag tag crew of 'adventurers,' would be heroes that<em>might</em>not stab you in the back, figuratively and literally. On the other hand," she dipped her right this time, "you have a one-hundred percent chance knowing what people want from you and what to do to get them to do what you want them to. High pay, low risk - well, no risk for you.<br/><br/>"I am practically guaranteeing you eventual fame, fortune and sway over the land. Most who only have one skill they are proficient at are lucky to eek out a meager living. Those for whom it resides between the sheets are lucky if it persists after their youth has faded. Think on it..."