Crude Summoning

Ailwin’s fingers toyed with the parchment before setting it back down on the bar with a faint smirk, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief as he settled comfortably back into his seat.

You don’t need to be on edge, Jareth, he said, his voice carrying just a trace of amusement. Believe it or not, you’re here because we’ve got something you’d want to know. Valuable information. Word is, you’ve been looking for… answers. A few puzzle pieces, maybe. Well, I’ve got them. But like anything worth a damn in this city, they’re not exactly free.

He paused, letting that sink in, watching Jareth’s expression shift between guarded curiosity and irritation. Then he continued, his voice smooth, direct.

You’ve got talents we need for a little job, something that requires a... delicate touch and someone who knows their way around a spell or two. Complete the task for us, and this information is yours. Ailwin’s gaze narrowed, assessing. Consider it a fair trade. You get answers, and we get your help—clean and simple.

@Jareth