It was clear that everyone that Ceoluulf did not like the situation.  Or maybe his face was just stuck that way.  He seemed to physically roll the idea around in his skull for a moment, his head tilting almost imperceptibly to and fro.  His knuckles cracked sharply, and the motion stopped.<br/><br/>"An employer?  So the task is not yours to give," he said, more to himself than the newcomer.  "I have questions that I might ask you first.  Firstly, what is the nature of your employer?  Not his name, but what lies beneath it.  Secondly, are we the first you have contacted regarding this task?"<br/><br/>On that last point he seemed more insistent, his voice becoming hard.  "Answer truthfully or not at all.  The others may make their own decisions and follow you of their own accord, but I would have answers instead of vagaries before my mind is settled."