Nero raised one shoulder and lowered the other. "That suits me just fine. The last thing I need is Miss Paragon-For-Justice crashing my safehouses," he said amiably. He followed the Miqo'te inside and shut the double doors shut, before turning and folding his arms, gazing at Kink intently. The grin molted off his face like a snake sheds its skin.
"First and foremost, ships," he began. "I want to know about ships travelling to and from Thanalan, and if they're connected to any other smuggling, or if they serve as funds for any other crime organisation here in Limsa. And before you make a smart comment, ships that aren't mine," Nero said, his stiff and business-like manner prevailing again. "If they're providing black market goods to Ul'dah, I want to know about them." The Hyur was careful to make his desires clear without revealing his plans. The easiest way to keep a secret was not to tell them.
"Secondly, about those goods. I want to know who those imports are going to here in Limsa. I want to know who relies on the smugglers for their narcotics or their weapons or their indentured servants. The bigger the reliance, the better. Any additional intelligence you can gather on them will be valuable."
"Lastly, contacts. You've surely made a few business associates in your...profession." Nero moved his arms from across his chest to on his hips. "Fences, runners, informants, assassins, anyone you think might be useful. For every viable contact you can establish with me, I'll pay you one-fifty extra." He had almost said the word "trustworthy" instead of "viable", and it was only at the last second that he realised how foolish that would have sounded.
"Do our terms sound reasonable?" he asked.
"First and foremost, ships," he began. "I want to know about ships travelling to and from Thanalan, and if they're connected to any other smuggling, or if they serve as funds for any other crime organisation here in Limsa. And before you make a smart comment, ships that aren't mine," Nero said, his stiff and business-like manner prevailing again. "If they're providing black market goods to Ul'dah, I want to know about them." The Hyur was careful to make his desires clear without revealing his plans. The easiest way to keep a secret was not to tell them.
"Secondly, about those goods. I want to know who those imports are going to here in Limsa. I want to know who relies on the smugglers for their narcotics or their weapons or their indentured servants. The bigger the reliance, the better. Any additional intelligence you can gather on them will be valuable."
"Lastly, contacts. You've surely made a few business associates in your...profession." Nero moved his arms from across his chest to on his hips. "Fences, runners, informants, assassins, anyone you think might be useful. For every viable contact you can establish with me, I'll pay you one-fifty extra." He had almost said the word "trustworthy" instead of "viable", and it was only at the last second that he realised how foolish that would have sounded.
"Do our terms sound reasonable?" he asked.
