Jason leaned back and placed his boots on the corner of the table again, being sure that he not put them in anyone's face or way, "I don't recall asking you for a damned thing big man. I also don't care what your owner knows or who he has finding it." He looked about the table, but back to the warrior again, "So, stop pulling the big man, bash little man routine, it's not that impressive. What I asked for, and it is certainly in the power of anyone here, is to know a name to call them by. I can certainly call them idiot number 1, number 2 and sweetcheeks, but, that may be a bit much to ask I suppose. For me to defend their backs and them mine before we leave the room... I mean," He smiled then, sweetly and wolfishly, "that not being from a big city and seeiing the world gives some right to ignoring curtesies when you sit at a table with people... but the mysterious silent act is going to get old really fast and I'm well known for being an ass to start with. I'm taking the job, even if it may be a farce and the castle is a rock in a mud puddle and all I get out of it is to kill some bad things... The wealth isn't my reason for being here, it's just a nice extra."