Tari Gravante crossed her long, toned legs at the knee and somehow managed to look comfortable in the chair and in spite of the situation. If she had stolen from anyone, she was quite sure that she would know about it... but as she opened the letter and scanned it's contents, she felt a cool lump in her stomach, the contents were a clear threat to her and hers if she didn't "comply" with the demands. Not that she would be averse to cooperating with someone, but the methods had more than a lot to be desired. "Don't get that lovely hair wet in this damp." she said as the lady left.<br/><br/>She rose from the chair and stalked, gracefully, around the room as she considered. It was clear enough that in the short term, she was over a barrel, but no one threatened hers without finding some pain of their own... she would just have to find a way to do it in style... and would leave little doubt as to the who and why behind it... something subtle... she would think on this, but in the meantime... "Well, I can't speak for any of you, but I see little choice in the matter at the moment. This is, of course, simple blackmail and an implied threat for not paying for some trumped up debt... but for me, it is easier, and more advantagious for me to go along with it... for now."<br/>