"You're right. If it were simple profit the man was after, he wouldn't have left clues. That hat would've been sold on the black markets by now with nary a peep to be had. It is definitely personal." She paused. "Or if it isn't a personal grudge against Neneji, then at least this thief means to send a message."
As the proposition of partnership is offered, the woman stops to consider it for a moment. Cooperate and split the profit, fifty-fifty. It was the same deal she had offered Seth earlier in the day, though the other had turned it down. While she hadn't given it much thought at the time, having the same offer made to her now and the context of their conversation gave her cause to wonder, her brows furrowing in thought. Who in their right mind would turn down a one million gil offer, just for doing some running and gathering some information? It was easy profit, ripe for the taking, and he had passed without a second thought.
She pushed the thought to the side for now, for later contemplation. For the time being, dealing with Inessa was priority number one.
"Deal, then." She nodded to the other instead of taking the proffered gold-stained hand. "I would shake on it, but I'd rather not get that mess all over me."
Murmuring from outside drew Meiko's attention upwards to the door, where the throng of Weaver's Guild workers were starting to gather. Scowling lightly at the intrusion, she glanced back to Inessa.
"I would like to discuss what information we've gathered, but there are too many eyes and ears here. And as the Flea has proven with his gift for us, this storeroom isn't the most secure, either. Do you know of somewhere private we can speak?"
As the proposition of partnership is offered, the woman stops to consider it for a moment. Cooperate and split the profit, fifty-fifty. It was the same deal she had offered Seth earlier in the day, though the other had turned it down. While she hadn't given it much thought at the time, having the same offer made to her now and the context of their conversation gave her cause to wonder, her brows furrowing in thought. Who in their right mind would turn down a one million gil offer, just for doing some running and gathering some information? It was easy profit, ripe for the taking, and he had passed without a second thought.
She pushed the thought to the side for now, for later contemplation. For the time being, dealing with Inessa was priority number one.
"Deal, then." She nodded to the other instead of taking the proffered gold-stained hand. "I would shake on it, but I'd rather not get that mess all over me."
Murmuring from outside drew Meiko's attention upwards to the door, where the throng of Weaver's Guild workers were starting to gather. Scowling lightly at the intrusion, she glanced back to Inessa.
"I would like to discuss what information we've gathered, but there are too many eyes and ears here. And as the Flea has proven with his gift for us, this storeroom isn't the most secure, either. Do you know of somewhere private we can speak?"
