"Mmmm, indeed, I would much prefer to not have sotted brains splashed on my carpets, thank you sir," the gnome murmured at Garrock. She sipped her wine. "The terms? Simple enough; twenty dragons apiece for the job. Another twenty-five if the event carries long past the midnight. And if some drunken dandy passes you a purse because he thinks you need a tip, I don't care." She smirked.<br/><br/>With a flick of her fingers, a slender feather quill appeared in her hand, shedding golden sparkles from its nib. "There's also the matter of... attire." She looked them over with an arched brow. "I ask you *not* come to my manor in sweaty pants and bare feet, after all.<em>to that end</em>..." she produces a slip of paper and begins writing, before passing it over towards Kieri. The paper appears blank, save for a signature that swirls in different colors and patterns.<br/><br/>"You can take this to any guilded tailor in the city and purchase what you like. Only good for one shop, of course, I can't have you buying out every jacketmaker and sock darner on my nib, after all." She laughs. Also, your haberdashery is your own affair, and I'm certain our lovely Camarilla can see to any jewelry you may need...?"