<div class="floatright">(https://img.fireden.net/tg/image/1450/33/1450338450364.jpg)<br/><strong>Ximena Delgado</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=295754.msg14488694#msg14488694)</div><br/>"A mil will buy you a troll, Mr Fernández," Curador stated blandly, "But it'll take a full team to get this job done and my overheads aren't nearly as onerous as others'."<br/><br/>She leaned back in the flimsy chair, forcing a worrying creak from the hard plastic, and interlaced her fingers behind her head. This kind of negotiation was a dance for which she didn't know the steps, the military really wasn't an environment where bargaining could flourish. Barter would have been fine, Curador was a strong believer in 'you scratch my back...' and the trading of favours was without doubt the oil that had kept the army's wheels moving.<br/><br/>For now though, Ximena was just an observer. She just hoped that the group could settle an equitable fee for their services and then they could focus on getting rid of this Azzie infection.<br/>