(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ed/42/10/ed42107858798332d781835697eece7f.jpg)(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/51/81/e6/5181e60544b00c5bf1ee003308343f5e.png)<br/><strong>DM<br/>Assassines Hideout<br/>Tag: Evita, Sagu</strong><br/><br/>"Names and consciences get in the way of an assasine's duty, I'm one of Greed's five grasping fingers, but feel free to call me 'Overseer' because that's my function here." She responded.<br/><br/>"As for who is interested in you, I cannot answer that, part of our contracts. As for why.. I cannot answer that either, as you could infer things from it." The elf seemed a stickler for rules. At least that likely ment her answers were reliable...<br/><br/>"... I can answer that. The contract was to capture at least two of the targets, among a multi-target spanning contract, the equivalent price would be anywhere from twenty-five to a hundred thousand..." well, that sounded decently expensive but not too bad.. "Platinum." so, up to am million gold pieces. You could propably buy out all of the marketstands in Maldur right now with that kind of money, plus some of the surrounding houses at the expensive city-centre of Maldur, while at it...<br/><br/>"Well, if you have to ask how to contact us, you can't afford us, is the general rule. But seeing how you have.. unique information.... honestly, it's highly unlikely you will contact us in the future because, well, how to put it..."<br/>The woman hesitated and titled her head. There seemed to be a commotion at the entrance.<br/><br/>"I can't be asked about the password." Someone complained.<br/><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9c/79/d7/9c79d786b84d2cba4686a0d2c0adc84f.jpg)<br/><br/>There was a blonde woman at the entrance. The first thing that drew attention was that she seemed severly bloodied and beaten up, her armor showing scrapes of a sharp blade on several spots, her cloak having burn marks upon it. The womans expression was more annoyed than pained, however.<br/>The second thing that couldn't escape note was that, despite these injuries, she was carrying another, unconscious woman over her back.<br/><br/>The third thing of note was that, as soon as the woman turned to Evita and tilted her head, both Hope and the Overseer were already dropped to their knees in reverence.<br/><br/>"Wait, hold on, aren't you..." "Indeed she is another target, Lady Sloth." The Overseer confirmed.<br/>"Well, well, well.. and here I was thinking this was gonna be a crappy day... now we just gotta kill all the rest..." She seemed to hesitate for a moment, thinking about that and sighing. "Oh well, you win some, you lose some, so, who han grab this one?"<br/>"This Neophyte brought her in." The Overseer presented hope.<br/><br/>"Wonderful, wonderful.. atata.. heavy.." She mused, dropping the woman on her shoulder lazily, her unconscious body clattering to the floor without much resistance. "Give this one my antidote and some healing and lock her up, I had to get a little rough after they broke the stupid replacement we rush-recruited for this job. Never again am I gonna work with these fanatics, employers or not." Going by the pained expression of the elves, this Lady Sloth was far less.. cautious about her tongue.<br/><br/>She also approached Hope, with a grin, more or less ignoring Evita. "You come just right for replacements. You can just call me Estrada from now on, you'll be my apprentice-envy. So what are you good at.. lemme guess, sneaking and stabbing about? Oh well, you aren't annoying me about slaying the heretics or some nonsense, so you can't be worse than him.. here.." She fished around, and dropped a serpent-emblazoned ring into Hope's lap, a ring that the same picked up with curious reverie, nodding her head at Lady Estrada's assertion of her skills.<br/>"We're gonna deliver these two captures to the contractor.. later. I have to make a report and then I'll nap. For two days, if I had any say in the matter.... be ready to depart in two hours.<br/><br/>And rope or slave-collar up your capturees, else they try to strangle you in your sleep and you have to break them, speaking from experience." The woman noted, for the first time fully acknowledging Evita, staring at her. She seemed.. relaxed, unconcerned about everything, impressively so, considering she was currently quite literally bleeding over the chapel floor still,.. but she had a strange, quiet intensity to her, that put her in a league of her own, compared to the other assassines.<br/><br/>And then that intense look wandered over to a bat, exhaustedly flapping up to Estrada.<br/>"Huh, well aren't I popular? And to think this wasn't my day. Wait, are you gonna flap off without waiting for a response? Who trained you." She grumbled, extending two fingers towards the bat and declaring: ""Dictate of Sloth!"" To which the creature slowed down, flapping it's wings as if in slow motion, while Estrada casually walked up to, and then snatched the bat, semi-gently, out of mid air, and holding it by its chest in her armored glove, with the letter, unread for now, in the other.<br/>At the same time however, the woman Estrada had bought in coughed up blood. "Come on, get her healed up." She complained towards the entrance-cleric, who rushed to do just that, apparently his faith was genuine to a degree... "Oh, also, someone go fetch me my replacement armor, my wand of inflict wounds and my cold iron hammer while I nap." she yawned, whilest the Overseer remained kneeling with dutiful respect and Hope seemed.. rather awed by the sight before her, as well as the signet in her hand.<br/><br/>(Letting Evita respond before responding to the letter.)