"Good 'elp is hard t'find, these days."
Zhi eyed the waitress and ignored her. Clove ordered some mint drink; the name wasn't something Zhi'd heard before, but she was sure it was something overpriced and weak.
Zhi draped one arm over the back of her chair, giving Thatcher her full attention in a level stare. "I sell me services wi' a flat fee o'fifty gil t'start, bein' yer new on me rolls. Normal rates're two hunnerd an' fifty a moonspan, wi'set targets at th'start o' each contracted moonspan. I don't meet th'targets, I don't get paid. Ye can contract me fer more'n a moonspan at once, but I'll be wantin' half up front, th'rest paid as normal. If I'm riskin' holes in me hide, rates go up another hunnerd gil. 'Mcheaper'n most streetrunners, an' more reliable. Y'got doubts, talk t'Skarp o' Merry Wench, she'll tell ye.
"Bein' yer Clove's master, I'll give ye half off th'first moonspan fer normal rates -- danger pay'll still apply. I give one test run fer new folk: one piece o' information afore a week's passed -- no prank requests, mind, I ain't wastin' time fer scrags -- if yer harborin' doubts."
Zhi scanned the restaurant out of habit, looking for any potential eavesdroppers, and returned her attention back to Thatcher. "What say ye? Ain't gonna find a better deal, an yer man knows me fer trustworthy on a job." She nodded to Clove, a smug smile curving her lips.
Zhi eyed the waitress and ignored her. Clove ordered some mint drink; the name wasn't something Zhi'd heard before, but she was sure it was something overpriced and weak.
Zhi draped one arm over the back of her chair, giving Thatcher her full attention in a level stare. "I sell me services wi' a flat fee o'fifty gil t'start, bein' yer new on me rolls. Normal rates're two hunnerd an' fifty a moonspan, wi'set targets at th'start o' each contracted moonspan. I don't meet th'targets, I don't get paid. Ye can contract me fer more'n a moonspan at once, but I'll be wantin' half up front, th'rest paid as normal. If I'm riskin' holes in me hide, rates go up another hunnerd gil. 'Mcheaper'n most streetrunners, an' more reliable. Y'got doubts, talk t'Skarp o' Merry Wench, she'll tell ye.
"Bein' yer Clove's master, I'll give ye half off th'first moonspan fer normal rates -- danger pay'll still apply. I give one test run fer new folk: one piece o' information afore a week's passed -- no prank requests, mind, I ain't wastin' time fer scrags -- if yer harborin' doubts."
Zhi scanned the restaurant out of habit, looking for any potential eavesdroppers, and returned her attention back to Thatcher. "What say ye? Ain't gonna find a better deal, an yer man knows me fer trustworthy on a job." She nodded to Clove, a smug smile curving her lips.
