Ceoluulf arched his brow at the reward, but said nothing.  His hand went briefly to the empty spaces on his belt where so many supplies had once given him some small comfort of preparedness.  It would be more than enough for a man of simple needs.<br/><br/>He took one of the proffered potions as the man came near, twirling it in his fingers for a moment before carefully slipping it into one of his many empty pouches.  A slight nod of thanks was all their employer got in return, the small generosity not quite enough to dispel the sour look pooling around his eyes.<br/><br/>"One last question," the man said, getting to his feet after Renolf had turned to leave.  "If you would humor me.  I'm looking for information concerning a particular symbol.  A slender black dagger, one that might be easily tattooed on a man's arm to mark them as part of a brotherhood.  Trained killers, thieves, or perhaps assassins, either native to or based out of this city."<br/><br/>Ceol spoke bluntly and openly, clearly not in the right mindset to mince words.  "If you do not know, you would have my thanks if you could have someone trusted look into it so that I may be enlightened upon my return, should we succeed."