<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sarya</div><div class="spoiler_body">"A job. I've got a deal with one of the noble houses," Milena pulls out a small pipe and begins to tamp down tobacco from a small pouch into it, choosing her words slowly, "and they need some muscle on a job. In exchange they do certain... favors for us." A match flares up, and she quickly applies to the pipe before beginning to puff quickly to catch the dry razorvine tobacco.<br/><br/>"You do the job--they'll give you the details there, do what they say, and when you come back I'll give you the information you want. Do we have a deal?" she raises her eyebrows, a single ring of smoke rising towards the ceiling.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Anli</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Just a small task. A few minor actions. Nothing too large," the voice is an almost sibilant hiss, on one hand promising something, on the other almost begging in anticipation. "Not too difficult, no, easily done and easily finished--if you're skilled enough," the voice cackles low, a laugh that rises and falls in a strange inhuman rhythm. "Why not say thank you to the nice man, and let's be on our way?" the voice asks, its words almost slick. Outside, Anli can hear the sounds of Private Bustol pacing with worry.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sorry for the small post :-3 Though I prefer keeping the game moving, period, than not posting at all when I don't feel like posting during a specific day :-3</div></div>