Felosii's only reaction to the long - and rather lethal - list of enemies is a slightly canted eyebrow. Cyricisi, Zhents, Dragon Cultists, Malarites /and/ the Harpers? No wonder he had never gotten around to tracking down his toys. None of this shows terribly much, although she allows a measured portion of polite incredulality into her tone as she says, "I see." Small-scale assassinations and strike teams, she figures are handleable... depending on what is sent, of course.<br/>"I suppose we are covering our own travel expenses ...." Felosii trails off, and her golden eyes glitter for an instant before she continues. "But you will, of course, have a fashion within which we may keep you updated as to our progress?"<br/>