The front sighs impatiently at Rhiannon's reply, fidgeting with her glasses as she blandly assures her "Frankly, I would have to be an idiot to give you any information that is not essential to completing your mission. I can think of hundreds of ways that doing so could harm my clients. You could be a double agent, or go rogue. You could run afoul of a particularly strong mage, or be killed and what remained of your brain scanned. Or you could simply be lazy with a note or get tortured. I am not in the habit of disclosing information outside a team's immediate operational interests, which is something I think you should be aware of. What I am telling you is that I have work, and I am willing to pay- three thousand now, and substantially more if you survive the night. I am gambling that you can get the job done, and if you accept the terms you are gambling that I will come through with the funding. The way I see things we are taking approximately equal risks, and if you are expecting the structure of our relationship to be any different than I am afraid you won't find this career to your liking for long."