<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/CpZ09Ch.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Eilsaadi would find reading Azzir to be a futile effort. Hidden well behind his mask his expressions, even those of his eyes, were nearly impossible to watch. He was a man who had demonstrated now and before very solid composure. If there was an effect of her words there was no outwards sign of it. "Terms?" He questioned, tilting his head to one side, "It shouldn't surprise me that your patron has requests of his own." He said with a quiet contemplativeness. He nodded then, "Contract is such a... Ugly word." He said with genuine disdain for it, "I prefer to think this is merely a mutually beneficial arrangement between like-minded individuals. Come, tell me your terms and we'll see what can be done about them."<br/><br/></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/>